Girl Camp

by Jennifer White

 

Aaron had been dating Taylor for two years now. He had been in love with her from the moment he had laid eyes on her. Being teenagers in the bloom of first love, they wanted to spend every minute of every day with each other. Taylor's parents were alarmed that a young girl of her age would be so attached to one boy, they decided to work a plan for the upcoming summer vacation. For two long months, Taylor would be sent to an all-girl camp, while Aaron would go to one that was for all-boys.

Taylor overheard the conversation, and she was so upset that she cried. She knew that her mom would never back down, and that they would go through with their plan no matter how much she complained. She talked to Aaron and told him what was going on. He felt crushed as well. How could he make it through the summer without his beloved Taylor?

 

About two weeks before they were to be sent off, Taylor came up with an idea. It would be hard to pull off, but she decided that she could do it. But would Aaron even be willing to try it? She had to ask, as hard as it would be for him to do what she thought up.

"I know a way we can fool our parents, and still spend the summer together" she told Aaron, as they sat on the couch together at her parent's place. They were alone, watching TV, and talking. He was relaxed. A perfect time to bring it up.

"Really?" he said, lighting up. "How can we do that? We're both going to be at different camps. They're ten miles apart, and we're too young to drive. I've been trying to think how we can do it, but it's just too far."

"What if you stayed close to me?"

"How can I do that?"

"You can stay right in the same building as me. We can do everything together."

"But your camp is just for girls" said Aaron. "They won't let me do that."

"They won't, if they think you're a boy. But the would, if they thought you were a girl."

"Me? A girl? Why would they think that I'm a girl?"

"Because when you arrive there, you'll look like one. We're both on the same bus, remember? All we have to do is wait until you're away from your parents, then have you make a few changes. When we arrive, you go with the girls."

"Yeah, right. A girl named Aaron. They'll see my name on the list, and it's all over."

"I thought about that. When you see that, you get upset, and say your name is 'Erin', and someone must have messed up when they typed it in. Get mad that they would spell your name like a boy's."

"Nobody is going to think I'm a girl. This is crazy."

"Yes they will. When I get done with you, even you won't be able to tell that you're really a boy."

 

"If you like it so much, why don't you pretend to be a boy, and stay with me?"

Taylor was ready for this objection. She had considered the idea herself, but had rejected it.

"There's a couple of reasons that won't work" she said, pointing to her chest. "When you take your shirts off and jump into the lake, what will the say when they see my boobs?"

"I hadn't thought of that" he said.

"As a girl, you'll be wearing a one-piece suit. They'll just think you're a little flat. But I could never pass as a boy. Plus, what would you rather have: me hanging out with a bunch of cute, sex-starved boys, or you, hanging out with a bunch of nubile young girls?"

"I'd rather keep you away from all those boys" said Aaron.

"Then lets go to my room. Let me dress you up. I bet I can make you passable as a girl. We've got a week to practice. Come on. Lets give it a shot."

"I can't dress up like a girl!" said Aaron one more time in protest.

Taylor had been afraid of this. For some reason she couldn't understand, buys were so frightened by all things girlish. It seemed like the biggest insult you could give a boy was to call him a sissy. She just couldn't understand why they were so sensitive about it. If you called a girl strong or aggressive, that was okay. But if you called a boy weak or meek, it was a huge insult. Why were they so sensitive about it? She just couldn't understand.

And so, she had to pull out the big guns to get him to even try.

"Aaron, if you don't do this now, then there is no hope of us seeing each other this summer. Do you really want to spend 8 weeks apart from me?"

"No."

"Then why won't you do this for me? Don't you want to be with me? I thought you loved me."

"More than anything" he said. "But isn't there some other way?"

"I'm afraid not. Either you pose as a girl, or we're going to be separated all summer, like our folks want."

Aaron had no choice now. He had to go along with it.

"Okay" he finally said. "I'll do it."

"You sound so glum" said Taylor. "You're going to get to spend all summer with me, and you sound down about it. Think of all the fun we're going to have!"

"I don't know" he said.

"Come on" said Taylor, taking him by the hand. "Lets get you dressed up, and show you that this is going to work."

She led him into her room, and told him to strip. During their explorations, both had seen each other in the nude, so this was nothing new. But it was new for Aaron, as Taylor handed him a pair of her panties, and told him to put them on. Then she gave him one of her bras. It had small straps and a lot of padding, since her boobs were on the small side. Aaron felt ridiculous standing there wearing only girl's underwear.

Next, Taylor put him into a green plaid skirt, and a white top. Then she had him put on white socks and a pair of her black shoes. His feet were close in size to hers, so they weren't too tight on him. Looking in the mirror, Aaron felt completely humiliated now. He couldn't go out in public dressed like that! But she wasn't done yet.

For the next half hour, she primped and preened him. She put makeup on his face, did his nails, gave him jewelry to wear, and worked on his hair. Aaron's hair was fairly long, and she showed him how she could use a hair extension to make it look like he had a ponytail. With his face all done up, and all the other little things she had done to him, it was starting to look as if he really was a girl.

"Of course, you'll need to shave your legs and all your body hair before we leave for camp" she said. "And we need to work on your posture, how you're sitting, and all of that. And then there is one big problem left to solve."

"What's that?" asked Aaron.

"That bump between your legs. I don't like how your skirt looks in front. Your package shows. I need to figure out a way to hide it better."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Give me some time. I'll figure out something. But in the mean time look at yourself. Tell me that you wouldn't pass for a girl."

"I guess I would pass" he said, feeling so embarrassed about it. "But every time someone tells me I look pretty, or calls me a girl, I'm going to feel so terrible!!"

"It won't be that bad. Don't be a big baby. You're as whiny as a girl already."

That stopped his complaining, at least for a while. And now Taylor was able to get to work on him, teaching him how to sit properly, how to walk, how to move, and even how to stand. He had to move like a girl too if he was to make it through the summer without being picked out.

 

* * *

 

Every day, they spent hours and hours in Taylor's room, teaching him how to be a girl. He had to learn how to put on his own makeup for example, how to carry a purse, or how to eat like a girl does. It was fun in a way for Taylor, but it was horror upon horror for Aaron, who hated every minute of it. Sometimes he doubted whether it would be all worth it. But one kiss from Taylor, and all his worries melted away.

One day as she was showing him how to sit on the floor with his legs both on one side, she pulled out a bag, and handed it to him. The bag contained two things very frightening to Aaron. The first one was a pair of padded panties, which made his skirt look a lot better in the way it draped over his butt. The second item was worse; it was called a gaff, and it was used to tuck away his 'package', so that he didn't have a bulge in his panties.

"So if you see something and get aroused, you won't make a tent out of your skirt, and get into trouble. You will need to keep it on all the time, even when you sleep."

"Why?" he asked.

"This is camp, silly. There will be pillow fights. There will be midnight raids on the kitchen for snacks. You don't want get caught with your pants down, do you?"

"No! I'd die if they figured out that I'm a boy."

"Then you'll keep it on at all times."

 

Aaron really hated how he looked once he was wearing the gaff and the padded panties. He looked more and more like a girl. Now that he was moving the right way, standing with the right posture, and sitting with his legs properly crossed, he would definitely pass for being a girl. All that was left was for him to shave his legs and remove his other body hair. Taylor gave him a pink razor, and told him to hit the shower, and get to it.

When he was done, and stared at himself in the mirror wearing a skirt, showing off his long smooth legs, he felt even worse. He looked so much like a girl! Everyone would think he was a girl. That was bad, even if it did mean being with Taylor all summer long.

Taylor got out an old suitcase from her attic, and packed it full of girl's clothes for Aaron. He would come to her house with his suitcase, then they would make the switch. The plan was for him to leave his house dressed as a boy. When he arrived at Taylor's, he'd put on girl's jeans, along with his bra and panties. Then he'd wear a top that was androgynous enough that it wouldn't stand out either way.

On the bus, they'd hide in back. He'd put on his makeup and hair extension there, along with jewelry. Taylor would do his nails. By the time they arrived, he'd look like a girl, and they would all be set. They went over the last details of the plan again, then had one last make-out session before Aaron went home for the last night in his own bed before they left for camp.

 

* * *

 

The plan was going perfectly. Aaron was in back of the bus, as Taylor was doing his nails in hot pink. He had worn an old baseball cap when he left. Now his hair extension was coming out the opening of the cap in back, making it look like he had a ponytail.

He looked at the pink charm bracelet on his wrist, and his brightly colored nails. He had two rings on now, and they sparkled in the light. A necklace dangled down his chest, and the clip-on earrings he wore pinched his earlobes just a little. Taylor told him she'd pluck his eyebrows that night, and he'd look even more girly when that was done.

In his makeup now, he really did look like a girl. The kids on the bus were singing songs, and the two young lovebirds sang along, as they secretly held hands. Taylor had warned him that they would have to be very secretive about touching or kissing. Otherwise, they'd get accused of being lesbians! And that was certainly something Aaron didn't want to get called. He was sensitive enough about 'being' a girl as it was. Taylor had to keep reassuring him that it wouldn't be that bad, and soon he'd just get to have fun at camp.

"You'll forget about being a girl" she told him. "You'll get used to it, and then you can just concentrate on having fun. And being with me."

 

Just as Taylor had predicted, they were ashamed that they had spelled 'Erin' as 'Aaron', and put 'her' onto the list of boys. With many apologies, 'Erin' was sent off with the girls, for the last ten mile ride over to the camp site. There, Aaron took the bottom bunk, with Taylor right above him. They were going to be sleeping together every night, all summer, although there would be dozens of other girls around. That was also kind of exciting for Aaron to think about; he'd be surrounded by girl after girl.

Maybe this thing wasn't going to be so bad after all. But he still cringed at the thought of being referred to as 'her' or 'she'. But maybe Taylor was right. They would just have fun, and he could forget about the fact that he was going to be wearing a skirt all summer.

 

"Girls!" said an young woman who walked in the door of their cabin. She looked like she might be college age, and she looked really hot to Aaron. She wore tight clothes, and she was *really* well developed in her chest. It was hard for Aaron not to stare at her.

"Come gather around girls!" she said loudly, over the din of all the girls as they unpacked their bags, and chatted with each other. One by one, the girls came and formed a circle around her, sitting on the floor. Aaron made sure to sit as Taylor had taught him, with both legs to one side, parallel to each other, instead of sitting with crossed legs like he normally would have done. Taylor had explained that if he was in a skirt, sitting with crossed legs would let someone look up his skirt and see between his legs. He couldn't let that happen! So even though he was in jeans, he made sure to sit the proper way, as she had taught him.

"My name is Amy" said the young woman. "I will be the leader for your cabin. I will be with you most of the time. We will learn a lot about each other, and we will get to know each other quite well. Lets start with introductions."

She pointed to Taylor, and nodded her head.

"Hi, I'm Taylor."

"Hello Taylor. Tell us all something about yourself that we'd all find surprising or exciting."

"Well, lets see. I once talked my boyfriend into letting me give him a makeover."

All of the other girls laughed out loud. Aaron pretended to laugh too, so that he didn't stand out too much from the others, even though he was blushing with embarrassment. It was him that she was talking about after all. When they had all calmed down, Amy had a point to make.

"How many of you have boyfriends?" she asked.

All the girls were raising their hands, so Aaron did too. Plus, Taylor elbowed him when he was slow to react. She had told him a hundred times that he needed to do what the other girls did. And now was a perfect time not to single himself out!

"One of the reasons that we believe in keeping the girls separate from the boys at camp," started Amy, "Is that as girls, you are all concerned about how you look to the boys. As girls, we don't want to look unattractive. We wear uncomfortable shoes, we put on too much makeup, we fuss with our hair, all to look good for the boys."

The *real* girls were all nodding, or saying 'yah', so Aaron did that too.

"But when we're together, as just girls, you don't have to worry that your hair isn't perfect. You don't have to worry that you're going out, and you don't have makeup on. There are no boys here to impress. There is just us girls. We are all young women, and now that we are alone, we can let our guard down. You can be silly. You can be emotional and creative in your own female way."

Aaron started to squirm. He didn't like this kind of talk at all.

"When you're with a guy" said Amy, "there are a lot of topics that are taboo. But now when you're in all-female company, as you will be this summer. This will give you a chance to truly explore yourself as a young woman, and find who you really are inside. This summer, you will grow emotionally, and when you return, you won't be girls anymore; you will be young women."

Now Aaron was *really* feeling terribly uncomfortable. The last thing he wanted to do was to go home a young woman!!!

 

One by one the other girls in the circle introduced themselves, and Amy asked them to tell everyone something surprising about themselves. Aaron thought about how he had the biggest surprise of all, but he could never tell. But he was sort of ticked off at Taylor for telling everyone that she had made him up. So when it finally came his turn, he had something equal to get back at her.

"Hi, I'm Erin" he said, using the 'girl voice' that he had been working on. "For my personal fact, I once kissed a girl."

Now it was Taylor's turn to get a look on her face, as all the other girls reacted. Some covered their mouths with their hands. Some giggled. Some blushed. Aaron immediately realized what a mistake he had made. He had just done something to make himself *really* stand out.

"Now girls" said Amy, "exploration is an important part of finding out who you are. Just because Erin kissed a girl doesn't mean that she is bad or that she is abnormal. *I* once kissed a girl myself."

She winked at Aaron, which made him feel strangely aroused. Amy was so much further developed physically as a woman, he couldn't help but to be attracted to her. Yet she only showed an interest in him now. Did that mean that she went for girls? What a strange feeling, that this awesome hot babe wanted him, but only if he was a girl.

And now Taylor was pissed at him.

"What did you do that for, stupid!" she hissed into his ear.

"Sorry, that was dumb of me" he replied.

"You bet it was. Don't you dare do anything like that again!"

 

But soon the incident blew over as the busy schedule of camp took over. The girls went on nature hikes, or gathered pine cones and driftwood for projects they would make. They sang songs. They did arts and crafts. They also played sports. Taylor had told Aaron to always play left-handed, so that he'd throw 'like a girl', which always made him one of the weaker players on either team. But that was okay; he never stood out.

There were three meals a day. Always something bland but nutritious. In fact, nutrition was so important for them as growing girls (as Amy explained), that she gave them all vitamins every day, and made sure they all took them. She told Aaron that he looked a little frail to her, so she made him take an extra one, which was pink in color.

"It gives a growing girl the extra vitamins and minerals she needs to blossom into a pretty young woman" she said.

He washed the pills down with a glass of the camp's "bug juice", as he felt the sting of hearing that he was to 'blossom'. He certainly did *not* want to become a pretty young woman. It was just one more humiliation for Aaron, but soon he really was having fun, and the fact that he was dressing and acting like a girl was almost forgotten. Plus, now he and Taylor spent almost every hour of every day together. They'd take walks under the moonlight at night, kissing and holding hands. Things were going very well indeed. But then came sex ed.

 

Aaron had sat through sex ed at school. But this time it was different; this time they were being taught as if they were all girls. As they started to explore the female anatomy, it was very uncomfortable for him to listen to the lecture.

"This where your ovaries are" said Amy, pointing to a chart. "Now I want you to all point to yourselves in this same spot, so you know where your ovaries are located. Every month, your ovaries will release an egg. If you were to have sex with a boy, that is when you could get pregnant, as we've discussed. As a girl, you can make a baby."

The thought of having ovaries was sickening to Aaron. The thought of being pregnant? That was beyond his worst nightmare! He really didn't want to talk about all this, and to be talked to about 'his' ovaries!

"If there is no sperm to fertilize your egg, then it will not attach to the wall of your uterus. The lining of your uterus is all ready for the egg each month. But if you don't become pregnant, your body needs to shed that lining. That is why you have your period. And that is what we are going to concentrate on for the next hour: your period."

It was an hour of terror for Aaron to be told about his period. To be told about tampons vs. pads. To be told about how is hormones will effect him, giving him PMS. Or how when he started to 'bleed', he might feel overwhelmingly horny, and really want to make it with his boyfriend.

 

He thought that the worst was over, but it wasn't. Because as part of sex ed, each cabin was going to have to write a skit about getting pregnant. And then there was the way that Amy kept going on and on about boys.

"Remember girls, no matter how cute you think a boy is, he as after just one thing from you. He wants to get into your pants. He wants to have intercourse with you, and he will tell you anything to get it. He will say he loves you. He will say that he will stay with you forever. But don't ever believe a boy. They lie. They don't have emotions like we do as women. Don't ever trust a boy."

Aaron felt angry with her as she insulted boys like that. He wasn't that way! Not with Taylor. He really did love her, and wanted to stay with her. He told her this, but now she looked at him differently, as if Amy was poisoning their relationship.

 

Now on top of all the other activities, Aaron was spending an hour a day with the girls in his cabin as they wrote their skit about sex education, and practiced it. Taylor was quick to volunteer as the role of the boy in the skit, and Aaron was the one who was stuck as the girl who was going to get pregnant!

"It will be a total role reversal. You're being a girl for me, so now I'll get to be a boy for you!"

It didn't bring Aaron any consolation. He was going to have to get up in front of the whole camp, and pretend that the was pregnant. When it was time to act it out in front of everybody, he was shaking.

 

In the skit, he pretended that he was a girl, going out on a date with Taylor. He was dressed up in a flowing skirt, and with extra makeup. Taylor was wearing jeans, and the stuffing in the crotch made all the girls giggle when she kept grabbing it and pretending to itch it.

"That's one hot chick!" said Taylor to the audience. "I can't wait to nail her! I just want to get into her pants."

"I love my boyfriend" said Aaron to the crowd. "He's so dreamy!"

Aaron clutched his arms to his chest like they had rehearsed. The girls in the audience all broke out in laughter and giggles.

"I don't want him to leave me" continued Aaron, but a little too soon, so that his first words were cut off by the noise from the girls in the audience. "If I don't go to bed with him, I might lose him. I think I'll give in, and do what he wants tonight."

"Knock knock!" said one girl, as Taylor pretended to knock on an imaginary door. She came in, and had her 'date' with Aaron. He ended up laying on his back for her, and they pretended to have sex as the first act came to an end.

 

In the second act, Aaron came out with a pillow stuffed under his shirt.

"Lets go out and have fun!" said one girl.

"I can't" he replied. "I have to stay home. I'm pregnant, my back aches, and I feel fat. Plus, I can't drink because I'm carrying my baby inside of me. Do you want to feel her kick?"

Everyone laughed as the girl put her hand on Aaron's pillow tummy.

 

With each of the things he had to do, Aaron felt more and more embarrassed. But he did start to gain an empathy for women that he never had before. He had never thought of what a woman would have to go through if she did get pregnant. It gave him a whole new perspective on things.

In fact, all of camp had been doing that for him. He was used to wearing a skirt by now for example, and as much as he might hate to admit it, he liked how it felt better than pants. Just how it was more comfortable, how it flowed, and how it let more are get on his legs to keep them cool.

He was also getting used to how girls talked to each other, and how they interacted socially. Guys were always fighting, pushing to show who was the strongest and the toughest. But as a girl, it was completely different, and again had to admit that he liked it a lot better, in the way girls interacted. Yes, there was some petty jealousy and gossip, but it was heaven compared to the mean ways that boys had with each other.

 

* * *

 

Amy kept lecturing the girls on how bad boys were. One day, Aaron was sick of being told over and over that he was bad, and he slipped.

"...and so girls, that is why you can never trust a boy."

"They're not all like that!" said Aaron defensively.

"Look honey" said Amy, "I've seen *so* many girls like you in my time. You think that your boyfriend is different. You think that your boyfriend is cute, and that he won't be like that. But he is a guy. You can't trust him. That is just the way of the world. As you grow up to be a woman, it is better for you to know this now, instead of learning by winding up pregnant and alone."

The more she talked like this, the more distance Taylor seemed to get at times. This alarmed Aaron. He was deeply in love with her, and anything that made her seem distant distressed him greatly.

 

One other thing had been happening as the weeks rolled by: Aaron was starting to make friends with some of the other girls. Taylor seemed to be a little jealous about this as well, but he kept assuring her that it was all just innocent.

One day, a redheaded girl named Nikki was talking to him, as Taylor sat on her bunk writing a letter home.

"Erin, I know this is an embarrassing subject for you" said Nikki, "but I wanted to try and help you."

"Sure. What's up?" said Aaron, not at all sure what she was talking about.

"I used the have the same problem that you do."

"Problem?" he said.

"Yes. I used to be small chested too. I was really late in developing my boobs. I know how you feel so inadequate when you're with us, because you're the one with the smallest chest."

Little did Aaron know, but Taylor had told some of the girls that Erin was having this 'problem', and word had got around to Nikki, who had a solution. Now Taylor smiled as she laid on her bed, hearing the conversation below.

 

As for his part, Aaron was aghast. But he couldn't exactly say that he liked his chest like it was; he needed to keep up the illusion that he was a girl.

"Yes" he said, as he blushed.

"Oh, look, you're blushing. You're so sweet. You're blushing."

"Sorry" said Aaron.

"Don't be sorry!"

Nikki gave him a hug, and that made him feel even more uncomfortable. What if Taylor saw?

"So here is what I did" continued Nikki. "First of all, I bought myself gel pads. I've got a couple of pairs, so I brought one for you. Put these in your bra, and they'll add a full cup size."

"Wow, thanks" said Aaron, as he held the jiggly flesh colored pads in his hands.

"And then, I found this" she said, handing him a white tube.

"What's this?" asked Aaron.

"It's called breast cream. You put it on every night, and in no time, your boobs start to grow! It's just the greatest thing. You'll see results in under a week."

"I don't know..." said Aaron.

"Here. Take your T-shirt and your bra off. I'll show you how to apply it."

Taylor had to suppress a giggle as Aaron had no choice but to let Nikki put the breast cream onto his chest.

"You put it on like this, then you rub it in" she said. "I've got plenty, so I'll come by every night, and put a dab on each of your nipples. By the time camp is done, you'll be stacked like me!"

"Wow" said Aaron, who felt like he was about to pass out. What would he do if he came home, and he had boobs on his chest? His hair was getting longer, he was dressing up like a girl every day, walking and talking like he was one of them. He was starting to wonder how easy it would be when he got home to be himself again. But now, there was the threat that he'd have boobs on his chest. What would happen then? True fear went through him as he imagined himself with big breasts.

 

* * *

 

All of the girls who lived in the same cabin decided that they wanted to be distinct from the other girls. So they would all wear similar outfits every day. Or do similar things with their makeup, even if it was outrageous. And then there was their hair.

When the girls all arrived at camp, they all had their own individual styles. But now, they decided as a group that they would all do their hair the same. For a while, they chose a ponytail, so Aaron didn't need to do anything different. Then they decided to braid their ponytails, so he learned how to do that on Taylor's hair, as she did his hair extension.

After going with a high ponytail for a while, they separated their hair in back into two long braids. And now, they had decided to go with the French braids instead. It seemed impossibly hard at first for Aaron, who had never French braided anyone's hair before. But the girls were all supportive, and taught him how to make the braids, while keeping the hair tight to the scalp. One of the other girls did his hair, and put red ribbons on the end of his braids, just like the other girls were wearing.

 

Weeks passed by, and the end of camp was starting to draw closer. Every day, Aaron looked at himself in the mirror, and he was horrified to see what was happening to his chest. At first, his nipples had gotten much bigger, swelling up. The little pink circle of color he had around his nipples had gotten quite a bit wider as well. And now, there seemed to be a soft little mound of fat behind his nipples. If he wore a T-shirt without a bra, you could clearly see the outline of his nipples now, which was downright scary.

He was getting used to how it felt to wear a stuffed, padded bra, and to have that give him the look of having boobs. But now, he was starting to grow real ones on his chest! He felt like he was really being turned into a girl now, which was the worst feeling yet.

But if he confronted Taylor with it, she wasn't supportive at all.

"Oh don't be a big baby" she said. "You're whining like *are* you're a girl already."

 

Aaron's fingernails were naturally long now, and he had become accustom to having long nails. His hair was growing out, and he no longer needed the hair extension. They had cut his hair at camp, making it look pretty. He was keeping his eyebrows plucked, his body free from hair, and he was now very good at putting on makeup.

It was terrible to realize that he was starting to feel like a girl. Taylor seemed much less interested in him now, and their spark of attraction was so much less. Now, she was more like a *sister* than a girlfriend.

 

"My bra seems tight" said Aaron out loud, as he dressed up that morning.

"Here" said Taylor, "take this one. It's a little bigger."

Aaron took it from her, and put it on with the expertise that only someone who wore one every day possessed. He had just moved up a full cup size.

 

"Girls" said Amy "please gather around."

Aaron sat in his skirt, with his legs both to one side, his knees together. He was getting used to sitting like a girl. It was second nature to him now. He didn't have to think about it any longer.

"As you know, with the last week of camp coming up soon, it is time for the annual dance. The boys in the camp down the road will all come here, and for one evening, you are allowed to interact with them. You know how often I've warned you about boys. This will be your real test. They will all want to jump your bones, and get you in the sack. They all want to just get into your pants. Please don't embarrass me by doing anything like that!"

"We won't Amy" said Taylor. "We'll be good girls. Won't we, Erin?"

"Yes" he said. "We'll all be good girls."

Quite often lately, Taylor seemed to do things like that, to make him refer to himself as a girl. She knew it made him uncomfortable. Why did she keep doing it?

 

There was a lot of preparation for the big dance. The girls decorated the main hall, after selecting a theme for the dance. One committee was in charge of food. One was in charge of selecting the music. Aaron ended up on the decoration committee, and was spending his time making the centerpieces for the tables, along with three other girls from his cabin.

He grew very nervous as the big day approached. Boys were coming over, and they would want to dance with the girls. He couldn't hide. He'd have to be there. Taylor would make him go, he was sure. What if some boy flirted with him? It would be just horrid! He couldn't dance with a guy! He was so upset just thinking about it.

 

That evening of the dance, after the girls ate dinner, they all went back to their cabins to start getting ready. Girls were dressing, putting on makeup, doing their nails and their hair. They were fighting for use of the few mirrors in the bathroom area, all trying to make themselves look as good as they could for the boys.

"See girls? When boys are around, look how you act? This is what I was telling you about the first day" said Amy disapprovingly.

Taylor insisted on helping Aaron with his makeup, even though he thought he was getting very good at putting it on himself. When she was done, and he looked in the mirror, he was shocked. She had made his eyelashes super long, and had put way more makeup on his face than he had ever worn before. But he had to admit; he had never looked that pretty before either.

She pulled then did his hair, so that he was wearing it up. It looked all fancy. She even sprayed him with her good perfume, making him smell flowery and soft.

 

Aaron sat by the wall, in the darkest corner, hoping to escape attention. But since there were more boys than girls, it was only a matter of time before he was approached. Luckily, there were lots of guys who were shy, and they stayed over on their side which was a big relief.

One guy came over, and Aaron held his breath. He passed by, which was a huge relief. But the guy then went to Taylor, who was a few seats away.

"Would you like to dance?" he said.

"Sure!" she said, giggling and batting her eyelashes.

Aaron had to sit here, his legs crossed at the knees so that you couldn't see up his skirt, watching helplessly as his beloved Taylor took the boys hand and went out onto the dance floor. He stared as she held the boy in her arms, and he felt like crying as his heart started to break.

 

"Don't cry" said a calm voice to his right. "I'll dance with you. You're the prettiest girl here, and I can't believe that nobody has asked you yet."

It was a boy! He was mistaking Aaron's tears, thinking that 'she' was crying because nobody would dance with 'her'! In his shattered emotional state, it was all a blur for him. Without thinking or realizing what was going on, he suddenly found himself out on the dance floor, with a guy!

"I'm Tommy" the boy said, as he took Aaron's hand in his, and began to dance.

 

"He's really cute. You should go for it!" whispered Taylor as she walked by, hand in hand with her boy, as they heading for the punch bowl. Aaron was so numb that he continued to let the boy dance with him. He kept turning so that he could keep his eyes on Taylor. She was laughing at the boy's jokes. She had her arms around his neck again. Seeing her like that made Aaron feel completely powerless, weak and defeated.

He felt so passive now, like he was unable to act! All of this had the effect of making him feel that he really was a girl. He needed to do something *now* to save his relationship with Taylor. Yet here he was dancing with a boy. And worse than that: he didn't feel revolted by it.

"I'm so confused!!" he said out loud.

"Don't be confused baby" said Tommy, misinterpreting what he had just said. "Just kiss me. I know that's what you want to do."

Tommy put his hands on Aaron's butt, and pulled him close. Then he put his face right up to Aaron's, and went in for the kiss.

Suddenly, something snapped in Aaron. He pulled his hand up, and slapped Tommy across the cheek.

"What kind of girl do you think I am????" he yelled. "Amy was right about you boys. You just want to get into my pants!"

"That's right baby" he replied. "You're a hot chick. We should hook up, you know?"

"Get away from me" said Aaron, turning away in disgust.

He ran away from the hall, heading towards the cabin. Tommy shook his head. What a prude that Erin was. He disapproved at how she ran like a girl as she tore out the door. He decided that he would never quite understand how chicks thought.

 

* * *

 

"I'm very proud of you Erin" said Amy, as she gave comfort to Aaron, who was in his sleeping bag crying. "I heard what that boy tried to do to you, and how you stood up for yourself."

"You were right about boys" said Aaron. "They really do just want to get into my pants."

"That's why I told you" she said. "So that you'd understand, and you'd be ready when the time came. I'm proud that you're the type of girl that stands up for herself, and doesn't let a boy take advantage of her."

It was the first time that Aaron had really been alone with Amy, and the first time that they had really talked about anything other than their activity for the day. Aaron felt so emotional, he felt so ashamed, and he felt like he could no longer hold back his secret from Amy. She had been *so* nice to him all this time, and he would be leaving soon. He felt a need to tell her. This might be the only chance he ever had to be alone with her.

"Amy, I have something I wanted to tell you" he said.

"Sure" she replied, smiling with reassurance.

"When I arrived here at camp, I felt an.... an attraction to you. And that was because, I was really...."

His words trailed off. He was unable to say it out loud.

"You were a boy" she said calmly, with no hint of anger or malice in her voice.

"You knew?" he said, astounded. All this time, she had treated him like a girl!

"Yes, from the first glance, I knew you were really a boy. But I realized that a boy who would pretend to be a girl all summer must really want to *be* one. So I've been helping you become the girl you've always wanted to be. I talked with the other girls, and asked them to help you. I told them all to treat you as if you really were a girl already, and to help teach you all you'd need to know to live the rest of your life that way."

Aaron was too stunned to know what to say.

"You mean...." he started.

"Yes Erin. I was the one who went out and bought the breast cream, so you could grow real boobs on your chest. I've been giving you female hormones and birth control pills all summer, instead of vitamins, so that your body could go through the same process as the other girl's bodies. Look how soft your skin has become. Look how you even *think* like a girl now. Before you were a girl inside. Now your body and your physical brain are changing, to become female too."

The news was stunning to Aaron. He had been on female hormones all summer?

"But Taylor..." he said.

"Yes, she was in on it too. You saw how she danced with that boy. She is hungry for male company. She doesn't think of you as a boy anymore Erin. She thinks of you as a *girl*. In her mind, you are like her sister. She has no attraction to you at all. She never wants to kiss you again. She needs a *boy*. She is a young woman after all, and she is looking for someone of the *opposite* sex. Now that you've become a girl to her, you can only be her friend."

Now it all made sense to Aaron. No wonder Taylor was acting as she was. She didn't hate him now; she simply thought of him as a girl. The shock of losing her was too much though, and this latest news was too much to take. Aaron broke down crying, and as Amy comforted him, he cried himself to sleep.

 

* * *

 

On the bus ride home, most of the girls were wearing shorts or jeans. But not Erin; she was wearing a skirt. She picked out the most feminine outfit she had. If she had packed heels, she would have worn them too.

"Your mom and dad are going to just *die* when they see you" said Taylor. "They're expecting a boy to come home."

"That's too bad" said Erin. "I'm a girl now, and they will just have to accept it."

"Don't you want to be a boy again?" she said.

"What? Are you crazy? I'd never be able to wear makeup again. I'd never be able to wear a skirt. I couldn't have pretty hair. I'd have to cut my nails, and stop wearing nail polish. I couldn't give all of that up! Plus, I've got boobs now, remember?"

"You sure do" she said, nodding. Erin's chest was really taking in the breast cream, and she was more developed that a lot of the girls on the bus by now.

"And I would never want to be a boy" continued Erin. "They really are just after us for sex, just like Amy warned us. I'm not ready for that. I want to wait until I'm married before I sleep with a man."

"Good for you" said Taylor. "You go girl!"

They hugged each other, but it was a hug of friendship between two girls. There was no physical attraction between them, no sexual tension anymore. Taylor looked at Erin as a girl, just as she looked at Taylor.

 

The bus arrived home at long last, and pulled into the school parking lot. There were dozens and dozens of minivans, SUVs and other cars, as the eager parents waited to see their children after months at camp. Erin saw her folks standing by their silver SUV, and she ran over to them, ready to tell them about all of her wonderful adventures she had all summer long at girl camp.

 

* * *

 

Epilog: Although they were shocked at first, Erin's parents were supportive of her decision. They went to a specialist, so that she could continue on hormone therapy. She underwent several operations, and now you could not tell her apart from a natural born woman. She has dated, but hasn't found the man of her dreams yet. She still wants to wait until after she finishes college to settle down and get marries. She is attending the State University, where she is majoring in environmental studies. She will graduate in a year, but she may take the summer off so that she can be a counselor at a girl camp, and give to others the way that Amy gave to her.....

  

  

  

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