In part 1. Dean was given a very special birthday present by his mother, a six week stay at Camp Girly, a place where Dean could explore his feminine side along with other boys just like him. For the first week Dean was a boy/girl, spending spent eight hours a day as a boy and the rest of the time as a girl. The second week he was a sissyboy. This where Dean was a maid and servant to the other girls. The third week he was a 24/7, a girl all the time.
There is a lot sex between boys, boys and girls, boys with boys who want to be girls,
In the final three weeks, Dean got to choose which one he liked the best. His decision was to be a 24/7. This part will deal with these last three weeks.
A Very Special Birthday Present
by Jennifer Allison
Part 2
Week Four:
Had to change roommates again, Cathy decided to go with the boy/girl group. Elizabeth got the hots every time she had to wear the maid's uniform, so it is sissyboy for her. She will be my room's maid for the next three weeks and no unusual punishment was planned. I didn't appreciate what happened during my sissyboy week, I wouldn't want to do that to someone else.
So with my top two choices eliminated. I volunteered to take the spare 24/7 from the twelve year-olds who wanted to become a full time girl like me after she left camp. Her name was Rachael.
There were fourteen 24/7s for the last three weeks of camp, but there were only six of us who wanted to stay 24/7s after we left. The others had decided to go back to being boys or hadn't made up their minds yet.
Our sexual activities were cut. We were allowed to have our fun and games but only after we were sent to our room for the day. We found out later that cutting our sexual activities was planned, so at the end of camp it wouldn't so hard to go cold turkey.
The fourteen 24/7s spent their time learning to be ladies. We needed to learn how sway as we walked, so when a poor specimen of a male would watch us walk he would need to head to the men's room so he could jerk off immediately.
We learned how to sit down and smoothing our skirt at the same time. A girl learns this since birth, but we 24/7s had to learn it very quickly, and well enough it was so natural so that no one could tell the difference. Then after sitting, we learned to cross our legs just right so as to show just tinge of our panties. We were taught everything a girl learns during her childhood. Walk, talk, even run. If you remember how a girl runs in gym class, you realize there is a difference. We had to learn how to run the right way.
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The first night, after some hot and heavy lesbian sex with Rachael, I asked her why she was attending Camp Girly.
"It is very simple. I was the youngest of six with no dad since I was eight."
"So, what is the problem there?" I asked.
"I have five older sisters, that's why."
"Oh I see."
"For the first year after my dad's death I tried to be the man of the house. It didn't work out too well, especially not with my oldest sister, Irene. I found out later she's a butch in a lesbian relationship.
"It all started as a joke. My mom had to leave for a weekend business trip and left Irene in charge. Friday night was all normal. Things changed Saturday morning when Irene decided that we would become an all female household."
"So what happened." I asked.
"With the help of my other sisters I was tied to my bed, where they started dressing me up as a girl. While four of them were dressing me up, the other was video taping the whole thing. After they finished the feminizing me, the sister doing the taping changed tapes. Irene told me the first tape was for their benefit."
"What is the second tape for?" I asked, even thought I most likely knew the answer.
"It was for my friends of course. I had a choice, I could spend the weekend as their sister Rachael or within an hour everyone of my friends would have a copy of that tape. That weekend I fell in love with the feel of lace and satin."
"What did your mom say when she got home."
"My mom and Irene planned the whole thing. Mom never really wanted a boy, she just tolerated me until my dad's death. She loves me as much as she does my sisters, maybe more, but she just didn't like the idea of one male living in her house.
"So what happened then?" I wanted to know the story.
"I became a boy/girl. At school and other functions where Randy had to go I was Randy, but at home I was Rachael. The only time in the last two years I had to wear male clothing other than school was the first day at camp. That will the last time I will ever wear it again."
"I see you are ready for some more fun." I then slid down and took Racheal's member in my mouth. It wasn't very long before we were in the 69 position. We fell asleep in each others arms, too exhausted to do anything else.
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The next day was spent learning more about being a lady. Most of the morning was spent learning to coordinate our clothing. Where a boy or man just puts what suits his fancy, regardless if it matches or not, a girl has to have everything just perfect.
That afternoon we went shopping, practicing what we had learn. Matching clothes wasn't the only thing we had to work on. Most men will walk into to the store and buy something and walk five minutes later, whereas when a woman shops. She will spend three hours trying things on and then still not buy anything. This stuff we had to learn, so we could pass on the outside world as a girl.
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That night Rachael and I wanted more than each other, we both wanted a long, hot rod up our butts. Elizabeth supplied one of the rods and Rachael's old roommate supplied the other. To try something new, Elizabeth took care of Rachael's needs, while Bernice took care of mine.
After our fuck partners left I asked Rachael to tell me more about how she came to Camp Girly.
"Did you have sex before coming to camp." I asked.
"Yes I did. I even stole my sister Mindy's boyfriend. It turned out he likes boys more than girls, so now I have him hooked on boys dressed as girls. He was my date at the party last week."
"How did come about?" I wanted to hear all the details.
"I had been living as Rachael for almost a year at the time. Without really thinking I answered the doorbell. I was wearing only my training bra and panties and no make-up. There was no mistaking that I was Randy in drag.
"What do we have here?" Asked Phil.
"I can explain."
"Pete told you weren't running around as much as you used to. Now I see why."
Staring at Phil's crotch I could tell by the bulge growing inside his pants that he liked what he was staring at. I was excited too. I had listen to my sisters when they had related the sexual fun they had with their dates, now here my chance to find out what all the fun was about.'
"Why don't you come in, Phil, and sit awhile." I was almost begging.
"Thank you, Randy. I will."
"I'm Rachael, not Randy."
As Phil sat down on the living room couch I could tell by the way he walked and sat that he was very uncomfortable.'
"Rachael is such a pretty name."
"Thank You. Can I get some water, pop, or me."
"Me?"
"Yes me! I notice the big problem you have down in your crotch area. I was hoping to help to relieve you of the problem."
"I didn't know you were gay?"
"I don't know if I am. I just want to see what a blowjob is like. I've heard my sisters talking about it. Since I was causing you a problem, I thought this was as good a time to find out as any."
Phil started to unbuckle his pants. "On your knees bitch."
Slipping to my knees I said. "This is my first time. I hope I don't disappoint you."
"Mindy has refused to even let me kiss her, so this my first time, too."
So up and down I went on my first love pole. I was just as about to savor my first taste of cum when Mindy and Irene walked in the house.
"Rachael, Phil! What are you doing?" They both shouted.
Phil shot his load of cum right then, so I couldn't answer..
Phil couldn't answer either, he was enjoying the sexual release too much.
"If this the type of girl you like, Phil?" said Mindy. "You can have her." She stomped off to her room.
"So my little sister wants to be a tart." said Irene.
I finally found my voice. "I've heard all of you talking about blowjobs. I just wanted to find out what all the excitement was about."
"So how did you like it?" Irene Asked.
"I like it. It felt so natural to be on my knees and making my boyfriend happy."
That is the way it started. Everytime Phil and I were alone, he had his pants down. It was two months later when he finally took my butt cherry. It now depends on how much time we have; whether it's a fuck or blowjob session.
Just talking about her experiences had made Rachael shoot a load of cum.
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The next morning I was awoken by Elizabeth an hour later than normal. Rachael wasn't in the room.
"I woke up Rachael an hour ago."
"Why?" I asked.
"It's the two day for the twelve year-olds to spend some time as young girls. You're her big sister Jennifer."
As I tried to leave my room, Elizabeth said "They told us to wait until we were called."
An half hour later we called out of our rooms, to report to the conference room. What we found came as an utter shock. I had figured we would find the twelve year-olds as six year-olds. They certainly were not.
Instead of ten six year-olds we found ten one year-olds.
"We decided to give a group a chance of some experience with babies. The twelve year-olds all volunteered to be the babies."
I found Rachael sitting on the floor, with pacifier in her mouth, which she was sucking very contently. There was no mistaking the diaper covered by plastic pants.
"They need to be changed."
Looking around I didn't see any changing tables. "A changing table has been put in each of your rooms. So take your baby and change her there."
"How? Are we supposed to carry them?"
"No, they can't walk but they can crawl. Also they do not have the ability to speak, so have fun for the next two days. Oh, I forgot to add - If you don't care of your babies the way they supposed to be taken care of, you will be spending all of next week as their babies."
Rachael had a little surprise of her own waiting for me. I just removed her diaper and started to talc. When she let go and drench me in her pee. This was the first of many new experiences I had over the next two days. Feeding a baby. Bathing a baby when they don't want to. Trying to figure out why they are crying. Especially when they are crying just because they want too. Then there was the diaper changes. It seemed to me like it was ten minutes after I had just changed Rachael and I had to change her again. To tell you the truth I lost count on how many diapers I went through in just two days. I had enough of motherhood with one baby for just two days. I feel sorry for a mother who has it for 24/7. I just can't see how a mother with two or more babies can handle it.
Finally the two days it was over with. Something was added with my fun with Dr. Torgusson.
While she was examined my chest. She said "Ah huh."
"What was that for?" I asked.
"Your breasts are coming along quite nicely. I can feel the difference."
"You can?" I asked again.
"Can't you." She proceeded to lick my nipple.
I've had my nipples licked and sucked, but never I mean never did I feel what I was feeling at that very moment. All I could do was groan "More!"
"Now can you feel the difference."
"Yes! Yessss! I can."
From that moment on, during my appointments we sucked a little dick and we sucked a little tittie.
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That night Rachael added sucking my tits to our fun and games. I tried to give her some enjoyment, but her tits hadn't reach the sensitive stage yet.
I learned more of Rachael's life.
"Why did you end up here at camp Girly? From what you told me, you really didn't need to come here."
"That's right, I didn't have to come, but I wanted to. I found out about Camp Girly eighteen months ago. I knew it was the perfect place for me, but I had to wait until I was twelve to attend. Do you know hard of a wait that can be? Christmas Eve night for every night for eighteen months. It got even worse, I was suppose to be with the early summer group, but a family problem occurred so I had moved back my attendance six weeks. I had no problem switching, there were quite a few girls from the 2nd group who wanted to join the first group."
"Did you regret your decision?"
"Are you kidding? I am a girl trapped in a boy's body."
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There was another surprise waiting for us the next day.
"Tomorrow afternoon each of you will allowed to leave Camp Girly for the weekend."
There was a very loud shout of joy from all of us girls.
"Don't get to excited. There will be some rules and stipulations.
"1 - You will not be allowed to go home.
"2 - During this weekend you will practice what you have learned over the last week.
"3 - There will no sex of any kind during this weekend."
There were some complainers but they quieted down by the ones who wanted to get away.
"Your parents have volunteered to let one of the other campers stay at their house over the weekend. For obvious reasons, we have arranged it so that no one will spending their weekend in their home town. This way each of you girls will be able to enjoy yourself without somebody finding out your secret. We have also arranged so that 24/7s will go to a family that has a daughter who is a 24/7. This way the parents will get knowledge and experience on what to expect when their own daughter returns at the end of camp."
That afternoon I meet my host family, the Petersons. They were Candice's parents and older sister.
"Jennifer, I would like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Peterson and their daughter Allison."
"Hi. I want to thank you right off for letting me spend the weekend."
"No problem. When the camp mentioned it, we thought it was a wonderful idea." said Mr. Peterson
"Even you Alison?" I asked.
"Even me. I've always wanted a sister."
I found out the Petersons weren't rich, but they lived comfortably. They were what you could consider upper middle class.
The bedroom I would be using during the weekend was Candice's. "We have done redecorating since Candice has been at camp. We thought she needed a room that suited her new nature." Explained Mrs. Peterson
What I found was a teenage girl's dream room: a three way vanity mirror and nothing that would remotely be considered masculine. Looking in the closet I found more dresses and shoes than I have ever seen before in one place. "Jennifer, the right side of closet is your stuff. Your mom sent it over for you."
For the rest of the afternoon Mrs. Peterson, Allison and I played like we were sisters. Trying on new clothes, working on our make-up, just having a wonderful sisterly time.
That evening, as I was sitting down at the supper table, I made small mistake. I didn't do something a girl would naturally do.
"Jennifer, you forgot to smooth your skirt as you sat down. A girl does it regardless, even when she is wearing pants. That's something that has to become second nature. You must do it without even thinking about it." Mrs. Peterson reminded me.
"We're here to help you. Just like your mom is helping Candice this weekend." Allison told me.
"You know my mom?"
"We haven't meet yet, but we talk over the internet." replied Mrs. Peterson. "It's another benefit of Camp Girly. Ms. Janson has found out over the years that it's not only the new girls who are adjusting, it's also their parents. So she has set up a support groups for the parents.
"Mr. Peterson, I've want to ask you a question, but I am afraid to ask it."
"I know what your question is Jennifer. You want to know how I am taking the news that my only son wants to a girl 24 hours a day and 7 days a week, right?"
"Yeah."
"I have known since Candice was nine that she had a problem. She wasn't small and puny, like most boys who want to be girls. She liked being around girls more than boys and boys felt the same about her.
"I'm not one of those fathers who trys to make his son into an identical twin of himself. I wanted my son to be what he wanted to be, not someone else idea of what he should be. So with a little help from some friends, we found out exactly who Candice wanted to be. I don't care if he wants to be a girl. I love her for being who she is. As long as she is happy, that's all that matters to me."
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That evening Allison spent some time together. Just being sisters.Dicussing things that sisters talk about. Even thought we talked while wearing our nighties. I felt no sexual urges around her. I mean I couldn't even get a hard on.
Seeing my discomfort, Allison explained it all to me. "Jennifer, you were told you couldn't have any sex this weekend. They used hypnosis to make sure you didn't. It also means that won't be any unsightly bulges where there shouldn't be."
"Doesn't it bother you?" I asked.
"No! I have seen it all. I have made a promise to myself. That I plan to keep. I am a virgin and I plan on being one until my wedding night."
I finally went off to my room at ten. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I was awoken at eight the next morning.
"Come on, get up Jennifer. We need to be at the fitness center by nine." hollared Mrs. Peterson.
"Fitness Center??"
"For my women's aerobic class. I have gotten you a guest pass so you can join Allison and myself for the class."
"How can I pass as a girl in the locker room won't they make me use the men's locker room?"
"That problem has been taken care of." said Allison. She then handed what looked like a pair of rubberized panties. "You are going to wear these."
What I found looking at these panties was. They were heavy duty, with a fake pussy. When I put them on. They hid my unsightly bulge. Unless someone touch the panties there no way of telling I was wearing them . The color match my skin tone perfectly. It also gave me the right looking butt and hips. I even had a spare tire.
I decided to wear my leotards and tights with a pair of pants. The pants I selected didn't have a zipper in the front, it was on the side. I wanted to show off my flat crotch without something getting the way.
Looking down at my flat chest. I wondered what sight I would behold when my breast would be bursting at the seems of my leotards.
The Petersons like what they saw when I left my bedroom.
"Looking like that Jennifer. No one in their right mind would call you a boy." said Mr. Peterson.
At the fitness center I went where very few men have gone before.
A woman's locker room.
I was hoping I wasn't to obvious. I just sat for a few minutes taking in the sights. I was comparing the bodies of the naked women. Their breast, nipples and pussies. I wasn't looking at them as a boy. But as a girl trying to figure what I would look like if I had the breast of this woman or this one. If I had been in spot six weeks ago.My love pole would be at attention and I would be in very big trouble.
Finally it was time for class to begin.
This must have a special class for good looking women. There was a no dog in the bunch.
"Jennifer, since this is your first time. I don't want you to over do it. Do all the exerizes you can. But take it easy." explained the instructor.
I did most of the program. Which I enjoyed, but what I enjoyed the most was the feeling that my leotards was causing.
After the class. Mrs. Peterson, Allison and another mother and daughter, whose name was Charlotte, and I used the private jacuzzi. Since it was private. The five of us were in our birthday suits.
Charlotte was fourteen and her body was that of a perfect fourteen year-old. Charlotte, Allison and I got to talking so much. We left the mothers out of it. We got along so well. The three of us made a date to do some window shopping at the mall, that afternoon.
Most of the others in the class had already showered and dress. So it was just the five of us using the showers. I hope Charlotte and her mother didn't know I was a boy. Cause Mrs. Peterson and Allison acted like they didn't care.
As we were leaving. Mrs. Peterson asked, "Jennifer how did you like Charlotte."
"I like her. I am hoping to look just like her in a year." I replied.
"You may be," Allison said with a chuckle.
"What are you chuckling about?" I asked.
"It is simple. A year ago last May. Charlotte's name was Charlie. That was before she spent six weeks at Camp Girly," explained Allison.
"You mean she like me?"
"Yes, they are the people who helped us find Candice's problem," said Mrs. Peterson.
"Do they know the truth about me?"
"Certainly, they wanted to meet you," replied Allison
If it weren't for the hypnosis. I would have had an accident right there and then. Just thinking about what my body could be like next year.
When we meet for the mall. I asked Charlotte why she didn't tell the truth right away.
"It was another test for you. To see how you would react around women and girls that don't know the truth. This way, if something did happen nobody got hurt.Jennifer you aced the test. My mom told me. She would not have figured out your secret if she hadn't already knew it."
We spent two hours just looking and trying things on we knew we could never afford. Finally we stopped for some drinks.
"Coke, please," was my order.
Charlotte raised her finger and said, "Jennifer." A helpful reminder, a girl need to watch her weight.
So I change my order. "Diet coke, please."
As we sat there sipping our drinks. Three boys came over and sat down. Thier names were Andrew, Al, and Walter. Andrew and Al were brothers.
"This is my cousin Jennifer," I was introduced.
"Hi."
Andrew was Allison's age and Walter and Charlotte were the same age. Al was thirteen.
I found out this meeting had been planned by Charlotte after the fitness center. Allison and Andrew dated off and on, Walter and Charlotte were very closed. Al had been brought along to keep me company.
"Allison can you get the car tonight? There that movie you and I have been dying to see, showing at the Rex tonight." asked Andrew
"I can get the car, but I don't think it is fair to Jennifer to leave her with home with the folks."
"No problem there. Al won't mind double dating will you." said Andrew. Turning towards his brother.
"Noooo, I wouldn't mind."
"Then that is settled," said Allison. Without a word out of me.
I really didn't mind. It was a movie I wanted to see anyway.
Later in the powder room. I asked Allison why she did that to me.
"I thought you might like it. Being with a boy who isn't onto your little secret. Beside I saw those goggle eyes you were making at Al."
"Was I that obvious?"
"Yes you were."
"Now the biggest question of all. What do I wear?"
I spent the next two hours trying to decide that question. I finally decided on a mini skirt with a matching blouse, with shimmering pantyhose and two inch pumps.
The movie was divine. Halfway through it I got so scared Al started holding my hand.
Scared at the movies was something I wasn't used too. If I had gone to this movie six weeks before I would have just laugh at the scary parts.
Camp Girly was effecting me more than I thought it was. I was acting more like a girl everyday without realizing I was doing so.
When we dropped the boys off. I was even so bold to let Al kiss me good night.
That night I dream of being with Al, the rest of my life.
I was awaken for church the next morning.
The Peterson were Catholic. So I atteneded church with them. The three women wore the same outfits only differing in color scheme. A very light linen dress.
Mr. Peterson explain his feelings later concerning Candice and the church. "On this matter the church feels one way and I feel another. I believe God created us all, the way we are. There are some people who disagree with the decision that was made on our sex. That does not make us bad Christians."
After a light lunch I was taken back to Camp Girly.
To this day I consider the Petersons my second family. I hope they feel the same way about me.
Week five was a repeat of week four. More classes and visits and special times with the doctor. We all had to make a report about our weekend away from camp. In front everybody. There were quite a few snickers when I told them about my goodnight kiss.
There was another dance planned for the fifth weekend. The arrangements for this dance were completely different for the others.
None of the girls knew their dates. There was going to be no sex allowed. It was a normal boy/girl dance. And we had to act like perfect ladies.
By the time Friday rolled around the itching had started. I know this was a good sign of good things to come, like my breast. But this itching was driving me crazy. I must have heard it hundred times. "Jennifer stop that scratching!" by my instructors, even the other girls started saying it.
The dance was special in other ways. It was not being held at Camp Girly. It was going to be held in the gym at my junior high school. It also wasn't just us girls from Camp Girly and our dates. Boys from Camp Ladd were invited. Straight boys and girls who had never attended either camp were also invited. We found out later over one hundred and fifty teenagers had attended the dance.
My blind date was a school nerd. But he turned out better some of the others. For one thing he knew how to dance. Not just the new dances where the couple never touch each other, but the slow easy dance where we dance cheek to cheek. I just loved the feel of his arm around my waist.
I did what almost junior high boys only dream about. I went into the girl's locker room. It looked almost exactly like the boys, except the color scheme. Where the boys lockers are blue in color, the girl's are pink.
I also found out the school's biggest joke. Tina the school's living goddess. Whose body causes every male who see it to have wet dreams at night, just thinking about her. Her date had spill some punch on her dress and a friend was helping clean it. When I barged into the lockerroom. Tina was down to her bra and panties. Her bra didn't hide the fact that Tina's 34 inch breast that had cause so much trouble were false.
The dance lasted till midnight.
We were so tired when we returned to camp. All we did was undress and collapse into our beds and fall asleep.
Week Six:
Since this was to be our last week at camp.
For those of us were returning to our homes as 24/7s. We spent the week rehassing everything we learned. We were yelled at for every infraction, Not sitting like a lady, or eating, or just acting like a boy, in anyway.
By the time Friday rolled around. I was no longer flat chested. My bumps were not much to look at, but they were the start of something good.
Nothing special was planned for our last night at camp. No parties, no dances nothing like that.
There was a meeting planned after supper for all the campers and staff.
Ms. Janson stood up at the podium just she did when we first meet.
"I hope all of you enjoyed my camp as much I enjoyed having you attend."
All thirty of us campers stood as one. We started clapping and didn't stop for five minutes. I think Ms. Jenson got the idea on how we much appreciated Camp Girly did fo all of us
"I would like to start tonight's fun with some slides taken during your stay at camp."the slides showed two picture. A before and now picture of each camper. "Theses pictures are one of the reasons we have all of you arrived at camp dressed as boys." The rest of the slides showed all the fun we had. With one exception. There were no pictures of a sexual nature. "What you did in private stayed private."
"Now for the fun for the rest of the night." Ms. Janson said as she started to disrobe. "All during your stay at camp. I have given relief or asked for it. But never once did I offer the pleasure of my ass for your use.Tonight that changes. Anybody wants my ass can have it. As for my staff, their asses are yours to fuck."
I took my pleasure of Ms. Janson ass, along with every staff members I could get my pole up their ass. Since there was no curfew. We partied until dawn.
Wake-up call was at ten. We had two hours to get ready for our parents to arrive to take us home.
I choose a blouse that would show off my new physical attributes. They weren't very big yet. But you could tell they were there.
I didn't see my mom right away. I did find the Petersons.
They couldn't help noticed the change in my chest. When I walked up to them.
"Hi Jennifer. I see did you some growing since two weeks ago." said Mrs. Peterson.
I hugged and kissed on the cheek Mrs. Peterson and Allison.
They suddenly went quiet as Candice walked up to them.
If Candice hadn't said, "Mom and Dad." They wouldn't have recognized her.
"You can't be our Candice?" replied both parents.
"Jennifer is that you?"
I turned around and found my mom staring me at opened mouth.
"Yes it is me."
We just hugged each other for a couple minutes.
"They really did a job on you didn't they." said my mom.
"Yes they did, but Camp Girly is the best place I have ever dream about." I then turned and introduced my mom to the Petersons. "I know you have meet over the internet. Mom, I want you to meet Mr. Mrs. Peterson and their daughter Allison. You already know Candice.
There some small talk.
Now came the saddest part of camp. The saying goodbye to all the new friend I had meet over the last six weeks. Most of them were going home dressed as a girl. But there were five that decided they would live their lives as a boy. I respected their decision, I knew how difficult my decision had been. It must have been doubly hard on them. Especially if they had made their decision three weeks ago, but they still stayed the final three weeks of camp.
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I have kept in touch with many of my friends from Camp Girly.
Rachael is in business with her sister Irene. It's a business over the internet speciallizing in sex games and toys.
I was a bridesmaid at Candice's wedding, to my friend Al.
Elizabeth decided to become a sissy/boy full time. She lives now somewhere in Europe. I get a Chrirtmas card every year from her.
Veronica decided to become a 24/7 a year after attending camp. Who is now married to William who was her roommate Wendy. Who decided to be a male fulltime the same time Veroica made her decision.
Joe did attend Camp Girly the next year. But decided he was meant to be a man.
The saddest part of my story. Is my cousin Joannie. Two week after she left the hospital after her operation. She was killed by a drunk driver.
I fully expected to see David at the school set up for boys and girls like us. He never showed up. I asked one of the others who had attended Camp Ladd if they knew what had happened to David.
"I have talked to him twice since camp. The second time he told me she was going back to being Dianna. That was the last time I talked to her."
Doing my Christmas shopping at the mall I finally met up with Dianna. I found out the reason why she changed her mind.
I had just finished paying for a purchase when I heard someone say behind me.
"Hi, Jennifer."
I recognized the voice as being David's or should I say Dianna's.
I turned around to come face to face with one beautiful girl. "Hi Dianna."
The beautiful face didn't shock me as much as the bulged in her stomach did.
As I stood there staring opened mouth.
Dianna broke the spell of silence. "Yes I am pregnant." Pausing for this to set in. "And yes you are the father."
"How? Why? When?" I stammered
"It happened at the dance at Camp Ladd. I was so excited about your visit. I forgot to take my birth control pill. You can see what happened.
"I decided against abortion. So the only choice had was to stay Dianna. My parents and I have decided to put the baby up for adoption."
"Shouldn't I have been consulted on the adoption or even told the truth to begin with."
"Your mom was told about it. Shortly after the rabbit died. We left it up to her to decide when to tell you. That is the reason I am here right now."
"Why not sooner?" I asked
"Your mom decided you had enough on your mind. With all the changes you were going through." Dianna replied
"If my mom had decided never to tell me. Would I have ever had known I had a child out there?"
"Yes, I would have told you shortly before the birth."
"Is everything okay with you and the baby?" I asked
"Everything is great. The doctor doesn't see any problems with me or the baby."
On the 1st of May my daughter was born. Mother and daughter came through like troopers. I did get to hold my only offspring for a few moments before she was taken to her adopted parents. Part of the deal with the adoption was that neither Dianna's or my family find out who adopted my little girl.
As for me. A week after high school I was in the hospital having my operation. Spent the rest of the summer recuperating. Then off to college to study psychiaty. Main interest of study was sexual identity in children. I figured to help those who had the same problem I had. It especially help with my job when the kid would say. "You don't know what I am going through."
I would then show them the before and after pictures. I would then say, "this was me the day after my thirteenth birthday and this me six weeks later."
I will never send a kid automatically to Camp Girly. Only after consulting others in my field and the kids parents. I would then recommend Camp Girly.
Did spend two summer working at Camp Girly. I still do come in when they need my help with one of the campers.
I have never been married. But I have had relationships with both male and females.
Camp Girly is still operating and helping many boys thru their difficult teenage years.
All I want to say in closing is-
THANK YOU Mom for a wonderful birthday present.
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