GIRLIFIED: 15 BOOKS MEGA BUNDLE

by Nikki Crescent

  The driver of the bus looked at me. He had a smile on his face. He was a peculiar looking character, with his long hair tied into a bun in the back, and a thin goatee on his face. I was tired and possibly delusional, but I swear he winked at me, sending another chill down my spine—but this time there was no cold mountain breeze accompanying it.

  The sedan drivers all emerged from the gas station at once. “Alright, everyone. It’s time to get on the bus. C’mon—wake up! You can sleep once you’re on the bus if you want, but we’re running behind schedule so try to be quick.”

  I watched as the young men all stepped out from the black cars. And I quickly noticed the similarities in the men: they were all smaller men and they all had soft faces. There was no facial hair to be seen. Some of them had long hair (some hanging down, some tied up). And I was no different: short, thin, and without much muscle mass.

  The pair of men who drove me to those mountains got into their car and pulled away within seconds, leaving me with no options. They didn’t even bother to stick around and say goodbye. So my options were to get on the bus or freeze my ass off in the middle of nowhere. I went with the bus.

  CHAPTER IV

  No one talked on the bus—no one except for the one angry young man who continued to demand a lawyer. Now he had taken his qualms up with the bus driver. “I have rights, you know. I can have your job taken away. Do you have kids? How are you going to feed them without a job? Did you ever think of that? Now give me your phone so I can call a lawyer. Are you even listening to me?”

  The bus driver took the abuse surprisingly well, smiling and nodding along with the young man. “You have nothing to worry about,” the driver said. “Don’t worry—you’re going to have a great time at camp.”

  “Camp in December… Can you believe that?” the young man next to me said, after two hours of complete silence.

  “I don’t know what to believe right now,” I said.

  “I saw the flyer in my kitchen before they took me away,” said the man next to me. “We will basically spend the next six months memorizing the bible. There are no televisions, no computers, no cellphones—and there is a two-hour silent time every single day.”

  My stomach turned. The camp sounded bad—as bad as I could have imagined. I had a feeling it would be religious, but I never really considered how religious it could be. There would probably be mass every single morning, and maybe mass again every night: hours of sitting in pews, listening to a priest drone on and on about the Bible.

  I was surprised to see so many of the young men on the bus sleeping. How could you sleep? We were essentially being carted off to prison—and still, they were snoozing as if it was just another ride to grandma’s house.

  After three hours on the road, the bus stopped next to another bus that was parked on the side of the highway. I watched as the bus driver got out and fired up the engine of the new bus. I thought for a moment that he was abandoning us, but then he came back. “Hey everyone—sorry to bother you, but we’re transferring onto a new bus.”

  “Why? What’s wrong with this bus?” one of the young men asked.

  “It’s got a few issues. To be safe, we’re going to use this new bus.”

  The new bus was also black, also unmarked, also with tinted windows. Everyone on the bus hesitated, but as soon as the first few guys moved over, everyone moved over. There was no point in resisting.

  It was another three hours on the new bus before we turned off the highway onto a long dirt road. We must have bumped and rocked down that dirt road for an hour. I nearly became sick, but luckily I didn’t have anything in my stomach to throw up. One of the other young men on the bus apparently did have some food to throw up, but luckily he managed to get his window open before it came out.

  We passed under a tall hand-carved wooden sign, but by the time I noticed the sign, it was too late to read it. I looked back at it, but there was nothing written on the back. “We’re here,” said the bus driver, looking back at all of us with a big smile.

  I looked out the window at the camp—and that’s when I realized the guy next to me was right: it was very strange to be going to camp in the middle of the winter. Before us was a series of cabins: a dozen small cabins and a couple very large cabins. They were all spaced out in an open valley. Around the valley was an endless forest.

  We were all slow to get off of the bus. It was cold here—colder than it was back home, and colder than it was at the mountain gas station—though here, there was no breeze, and judging by the tall piles of snow teetering on the tree branches, there rarely was a breeze in that mountain valley. We were deep in the wilderness now, far away from civilization.

  An older woman came out from one of the larger cabins. She was holding a large stack of what looked like animal pelts. It wasn’t until she was closer that I realized she was holding fur coats (probably faux fur). She started passing them out to the young men who were wearing nothing but their pyjamas. “Thanks,” I said as she passed me one. I put it on, even though it was clearly a woman’s coat. All of the coats she was handing out were made for women. Mine was tight and white with a long sash that tied around the waist. It seemed ironic that they were handing out women’s clothes to men who had been caught wearing women’s clothes—or maybe that was just me. Maybe the other guys were just gays who had been caught with other guys.

  Another older woman came out from one of the larger cabins. She had a big smile on her face as she scanned the faces of the newcomers. “Welcome to camp,” she said, raising her arms into the air to get everyone’s attention. “You’re all going to spend the next six months here, so I hope that you find it very peaceful and comforting. You’re all probably very confused at the moment, and I don’t blame you—”

  “—I want a lawyer!” that familiar young man shouted. “This is kidnapping.”

  The older woman laughed. “Anyone who wants to go home is welcome to go home. We will have a bus leaving tomorrow afternoon, and we’d be happy to arrange a ride for you.”

  And this shut the young man up—because he probably didn’t want to go home. Like me, he probably had no home to go back to until the six months were up.

  “In a few minutes, the counsellors will show you to your rooms. You’ll each have three roommates, and you’ll be expected to share your wardrobe. Your living arrangements have been decided based on your sizes, so everything in your rooms should fit just fine. We also have a large communal closet in the main cabin here, if you want more options.”

  Now everyone was looking at one another with confused looks. Why was this woman going off about wardrobes? Why were we being organized based on our sizes? Whatever happened to a regular old camp T-shirt and sweatpants?

  “Breakfast is at eight, lunch is at noon, and dinner is at six. There is an activity schedule posted in each cabin. But for today, we just want you to get comfortable. Enjoy one of the many hot tubs, go snowshoeing—we’ve even got a little ski hill, not too far from here. Just let us know if you’re interested and we’ll have you driven out—it’s only a ten minutes drive.” Suddenly camp wasn’t sounding so bad—and I wasn’t the only one with a newfound smile on my face. “Here in the main cabin there is a theatre room. Every night we screen a movie—tonight we’re watching Sleepless in Seattle. Nothing here is mandatory, but we strongly encourage everyone to participate.” The older woman scanned all of our faces again. She was grinning. She could tell that we were excited. But I stopped smiling when a cold realization fluttered inside of me: it was just too good to be true. There was no way that my father had pulled me out of school and sent me away so I could relax at a cabin resort for six months. What about all the religious stuff? Where was the church? Where were the priests? Where did we have to go for silent time?

  “As soon as you get to your cabins, we would ask that you place your current outfits by the front door. They will be collected and returned to you at the end of your stay here.” As she said it, I noticed everyone looking to the left—so I
looked to the left as well.

  There were three girls standing in front of one of the cabins, watching us. And they were cuties: one blonde and two brunettes. One of the brunettes had straight-cut bangs and a perfect perky rack. She smiled at me and my heart stuttered. I had no idea that there would be women at the camp—but it made sense. Of course it makes sense to have beautiful women around when you’re trying to convince young men not to be gay. What’s a better way to convince someone to be straight than throwing beautiful women at him?

  One of the young men whistled at the girls. The girls blushed and waved back. “The bus crashed and we’re all in heaven—that’s the only answer,” I heard someone say.

  “If we’re all dead, then I’m fine with being dead.”

  I couldn’t help but notice the older woman smirking, as if she was still hiding the big twist. It was just too good to be true.

  CHAPTER V

  We had to refer to a list posted on the main cabin wall to see which cabin was ours. I was put in Cabin 6. The numbers were printed on the front door of each cabin. Cabin 6 was removed from the others, a short walk down the path. It was a small cabin with only three rooms: a main foyer, the bunk room, and a locked room, which must have been quite large seeing as it took up half of the cabin. When I walked into the bunkroom, there were already three guys arguing over who got which bed. I didn’t care which bed I got—I’d never had a top or bottom bunk preference.

  So I just took one of the bottoms bunks, seeing as no one was fighting over a bottom bunk. I had a nice view of the window.

  “Anyone have the key for that big room over there?” one of my bunkmates asked as he pushed back his short, messy blonde hair.

  “Why the hell would we have a key?” another one of my bunkmates said.

  “Did you idiots even read the sign?” said the third of my bunkmates, and he was standing right next to a sign on the front door of the cabin. We all crowded the sign to read it. It was mostly a rehashing of what the older woman had told us when we got off the bus: dinner times, how to operate the hot tubs (there was one hot tub for every two cabins), and how to get the key for the locked room. “It says we need to discard our current outfits, and then they’ll come by with the key,” said the blonde man. “So I’m assuming it’s that shared wardrobe thing she mentioned.”

  “So what are we supposed to wear until then?” I asked.

  “Nothing, I guess,” said the blonde as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the ground. The other guys followed his lead—but I wasn’t so quick to follow. I could cover my cock with my hands—but it wasn’t my cock I was embarrassed about; I didn’t want to show off my shaved legs.

  And the other guys weren’t so fast to take off their pants either. The blonde fellow hesitated. He looked around at the other guys, who were all shirtless. “What are you staring at?” he said.

  Everyone looked away. Then one of the guys took off his pants. “I’m a swimmer—our coach told us to shave to reduce resistance,” he said. I looked over and saw that his legs were shaved. His face was red.

  “I’ve just never really grown leg hair,” said the blonde man as he awkwardly slipped out of his pants. But his legs were shaved, too. A few seconds later, my third bunkmate slipped out of his pants. He didn’t have an excuse. He just awkwardly put his clothes in the pile and covered his cock with both of his hands. And I realized we were all in the same boat: we’d probably all been caught messing around in our sisters’ clothes—but none of us had the balls to admit it. I got naked without saying anything. I caught all of them looking at my shaved legs, but no one said anything. At least they weren’t hypocrites.

  “I’m Keith, by the way—I feel like this is a weird time for introductions, but I’m not sure what else to say,” said the blonde.

  “Derek,” I said. “I would shake your hand, but my hand is preoccupied.”

  He laughed. I had to admit: he had a feminine body. All he was missing was a pair of tits, and he would have been a massive hit on that 4chan thread that got me hooked on my cross-dressing fantasies.

  The other guys were Hector and Steve. Steve had a soft body, and I swear he had small tits—possibly from hormone pills. I couldn’t help but notice his ass when he turned away from us to go to the bunkroom: he had a big, round tush—the kind that women would kill for. Was that from taking hormone pills as well?

  I felt silly standing naked in a room full of naked men—and I felt a bit awkward, too, knowing that at least one of them was probably gay—seeing as we were at a camp that was supposedly designed to train the gay out of young men. But at least we were all naked, and we all had the same embarrassingly shaved legs.

  There was a knock at the door a minute later. A young woman let herself in, making all of us perk up. I felt redness rushing into my face. She looked at us and giggled. She had red hair tied into a ponytail. “New to the camp, huh?” she said. She looked down at my legs, making me feel horribly uncomfortable and humiliated. “You’ll fit right in,” she said. “I’m on month five myself—one more month and I have to go home. Too bad we can’t just stay here forever.” She placed a key down on the windowsill and then she took another look at our tense naked bodies.

  Once she was gone, Keith snatched the key. “At least there are cute girls here. It won’t be so hard to prove that I’m not gay if I can get into that little redhead’s panties.”

  “Amen to that,” said Steve. His cheeks were still dark red.

  Keith stuck the key into the door and pushed it open. We all stepped into the room, excited to get clothes onto our bodies so we could go and explore the camp. But that excitement disappeared as soon as we saw the options that were available to us: skirts, dresses, tight-knit sweaters, high heels, stockings, and so on. It was all clothes for women, with a whole section of makeup. But there was one wall that made my stomach turn: the wall of wigs. It was that wall that suggested this wasn’t a mistake, that we hadn’t just been accidentally put into a female cabin. They wanted us to dress up.

  CHAPTER VI

  I came up with the theory that was quickly accepted by my bunkmates. “They want to humiliate us,” I said. The other guys all nodded, but they didn’t respond. They were already too humiliated to muster up a coherent response, and I didn’t blame them. I was surprised that I was able to speak with the thick lump that was stuck in my throat.

  “They don’t expect us to put these clothes on, do they?” Steve finally said. His voice was trembling.

  “That’s not all they expect,” said Hector, whose whole body was trembling. He was staring at a laminated bulletin on the wall. It was a new list of rules, and those rules filled my gut with a terrible nausea.

  As long as you are at camp, you must wear the provided clothes—including at nighttime. There should be plenty of nighttime options for you to wear to sleep.

  As long as you are at the camp, you are required to wear makeup. In the drawers you will find instruction manuals written by camp staff. If you need any more guidance, please seek out your fellow campers

  Purposefully doing your makeup and/or hair poorly will result in a suspension from certain camp facilities and activities.

  Panties are always required under your daytime attire.

  You will be required to talk in a female voice while you are at camp. There are instruction manuals to help get your voice right. Fellow campers will also help you. Failure to speak with a convincing female voice will result in suspension from certain camp facilities and activities.

  If your hair is not long, you will find plenty of wig options. Please see the instructions on how to properly put on a wig.

  You will be required to come up with your own name. It must be a female name—it cannot be a unisex name. This is very important.

  The room was silent as we all finished reading the instructions. If they were trying to humiliate us, it was working. I’d never felt more humiliated in my life as I stood naked with those strangers. “Well I guess we should get dressed,” said Steve
as he stepped towards one of the racks.

  “You aren’t actually going to do it, are you? You’ll be the laughing stock of the camp. Six months is a long time,” said Keith.

  “Six months is a long time to be stuck in a cabin naked. I want to go relax in the hot tub and I want to go skiing. I’m used to people making fun of me.”

  “I want to go skiing too,” said Hector as he stepped forward. His face was dark red. “Make fun of me all you want—I’m used to it too.”

  Keith looked at me, as if he was looking for an ally—someone to stand up to the camp managers with. I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t want to do it either, but they’re right—it will be a long six months if we can’t touch the hot tubs or use the theatre room or go skiing.”

  “But they’re just trying to humiliate us—you said so yourself,” Keith said.

  “And it’s working. But I don’t like the alternative.”

  Keith looked at the walls of clothes again. His face was white as he slowly took a step forward. He looked through a few of the options, feeling the soft fabrics with his fingers. Then he looked back at us. “If you make fun of me, I’ll kill you all and bury your bodies out in the woods,” he said with a glare that looked surprisingly genuine.

  I was slow to approach a rack, but I was eager to get some clothes on my body, just so I wasn’t standing naked and exposed for any longer. At least I wasn’t alone—at least I wasn’t the only one who was horribly uncomfortable with the situation. At least the four of us would be walking out dressed like ladies, and we could be together when the other guys mocked us endlessly.

  There were lots of sexy outfits, but none of us dared to even touch them. Instead, we all found safe outfits. I found a tight white sweater and a pair of tight jeans—and they really were tight. I felt incredibly silly slipping into a pair of black lace panties before wrestling my legs into the tight jeans. But I had to admit: they made my legs look really good. And the almost knee-high boots that I found went perfectly with my ensemble.