I looked out the window and could just barely make out the overgrown path in the darkness. And I thought about my options. I wanted to stay and enjoy the sissy camp for a few more days. I liked dressing up like a girl and I loved all of the compliments I got on a regular basis. I felt so comfortable in women’s clothing and I felt so strangely free. But on the other hand, I knew it was wrong. I knew there were many families worried sick back home, wondering what happened to their children. My own parents were probably mortified, even though they thought I was a screw-up—I knew that they still loved me.
And I knew that if I stayed around the sissy camp for longer, it would only become harder to leave. I knew that in a couple of months, once the weather got better and we could start wearing cute spring clothes, I would never want to go.
“But before you go,” Chloe said, “I want you to spend one night with me. And then know that if you stay, you can spend every night with me.” She was sitting on the bed and her dress was off. She was only wearing a red lacy bra and matching panties. Her skin was recently shaved smooth and she seemed to glow sitting next to the warm fire. She patted the spot next to her, so I walked over and sat down. She looked into my eyes. “I don’t want you to go,” she said.
“I don’t want to go,” I said.
“Good. So it’s settled. You’ll stay here with me. We’ll start our new life together.” She smiled and then she gently bit her bottom lip. “I want to really make you feel like a woman.”
“You already do make me feel like a woman,” I said.
“But now I want to really make you feel like a woman.” She slipped a hand onto my cheek and she turned my head to face her. She kissed me, gently slipping her tongue into my mouth. It was only a few seconds before she was playfully pulling my bottom lip with her teeth. She took my hand and brought it down to her crotch. She made me slip my fingers under her panties. I started to massage her cock. My God, I loved her cock. I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving that camp, just because I didn’t want to leave that perfect, beautiful cock.
I rubbed it until it was hard, and then I started stroking it, still under her panties. I loved how warm it was. I loved how smooth it felt. And I loved that I could feel it throbbing, getting harder and bigger. I rolled on top of her and then I started to gently grind my own cock against hers. “How could you want to leave this?” she asked.
“I don’t want to leave this,” I said.
She smiled. “Good.” I looked down. My cock was out of my panties now, and so was hers. We were grinding our bare cocks together. And it was only a few seconds later that Chloe reached around and pressed the tip of her finger into my asshole. I perked up. She giggled. “You’re tight,” she said.
“I’m a virgin back there.”
“Not after tonight you’re not,” she said with a big grin. She reached up and stuck two of her fingers into my mouth. I sucked those fingers. My cock was rock-hard and throbbing mercilessly. I took a deep breath in and felt elation warming my bones. She reached her saliva-slicked fingers around back and used them to lubricate my asshole. I was surprised by how easily she was able to get both fingers inside of me. I let a little moan slip.
“I like you a lot,” I said between soft moans.
“I like you too,” she said. She sunk her fingers deeper. It felt good—too good. Now there was no way I could leave the sissy camp. There was no way I could leave this amazing pleasure behind. Maybe it was worth the sacrifice—maybe I could live without seeing my family again.
She reached down and stood up her cock, pressing her tip to my asshole. “Ready?” she asked.
I nodded. I could feel that my cheeks were burning red. My jaw was trembling slightly, along with my hands—but I wasn’t cold. She penetrated me gently with her tip. She waited a moment as I clenched. It took me a moment to relax, and I was only able to relax for another inch before I clenched again. She giggled—she had such a cute giggle. “Take your time,” she said. And I did. It was five minutes before half of her cock was inside of me. “We’ll start with this—okay?” she said. And then she started to slowly thrust up and down with half of her long, curved cock. It felt nice. I let my body melt against hers.
“That feels so nice,” I said.
“You’re still really tight,” she said.
“You’re so big.” I ran my hands down her arms and then I ran them down her sides. I carefully pulled off her red lacy bra and then I could myself fondling her flat chest.
“I’m going to start taking hormones as soon as we’re back,” she said. “I might even get some small implants.”
“I like you like this,” I said. I bent forward and sucked one of her nipples. She moaned. I felt her cock sink in deeper than half, but I didn’t mind, even though it hurt a little bit. She kept thrusting. She was getting faster and faster. I started sucking her other nipple, making it hard and erect. And then we kissed. And once her tongue penetrated my lips, I realized her whole cock was deep in my ass. My butt cheeks were now slapping against her hard pelvis. “Oh God,” I moaned.
A trembling consumed my body. I bit down on my tongue but it wasn’t enough to stop the screaming. I gripped the bed sheets tightly and my body began to squirm. Thankfully she reached up and stabilized me so I wouldn’t fall off the bed. “Look how hard you are,” she said. She was looking at my cock, so I looked as well.
And I was hard—harder than ever before. My cock was standing like a marble pillar and a strand of pre-cum was dripping down onto Chloe’s stomach. “I’m sorry,” I said, though I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing. She just giggled that amazingly cute giggle. And then she reached out and gently massaged the underside of my tip—and that was all I needed.
I started unloading, blasting her perfect chest with my warm cum. I groaned and squirmed and then I screamed—and I just kept unloading. She watched with glowing eyes, unable to look away from my twitching cock. And a moment later, I felt her warmth gushing inside of me. Her fingernails dug into my hips and she held me tight as she moaned. I felt every blast—every little drop of her sweet, perfect cum.
I stood up gently, letting her cum fall out of me. I felt strangely empty but amazingly satisfied at the same time. I fell on top of her and we kissed. My body was filled with joy. “That was so amazing,” I said.
“I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow night,” she said.
I smiled, but that smile didn’t last long. I started thinking about my family again. They thought that I’d been kidnapped. They probably thought that I was dead or being held in some sort of dungeon somewhere. They were probably sick with fear and guilt. And I couldn’t let them live with that horrible feeling. I had to make the hike to the highway, and I had to let the world know about that sissy camp.
CHAPTER XIII
I hardly slept that night, even though I was exhausted from a long hike and an amazing fuck. I finally fell asleep around 4:00 AM, and then I found myself awake again at 6:00 AM. Chloe was sleeping peacefully when I slipped out from the bed. I looked down at her. I wanted to wake her up to say goodbye. I wanted to have one last kiss, and maybe one last stuffing as well—but I knew that she would just try to stop me if I woke her up. So I quietly slipped out from the cabin without making a sound, and I stepped carefully through the woods until I was half a mile away and sure that no sound I could make would wake Chloe up.
I followed that overgrown path for a couple of hours before I started to consider the possibility Chloe was wrong about where it went. How could I be sure that it went to the highway? How did she know it went to the highway? Had she walked it before? And if she’d walked it before, why was she going to the highway? Had she thought about leaving the sissy camp before? And had she chickened out at the last minute?
It was another hour before I started thinking about turning around. I was already missing my new friends, and I was missing the fun atmosphere. It was the first morning in a month that I didn’t spent getting dolled up around Rachael and Diane and Sarah. It was the first m
orning that I didn’t sit with them in the main cabin, flirting with other traps, and enjoying our shared interests.
I was about to ruin the fun for everyone. As soon as I told one person about the sissy camp, the cops would be raiding the camp with full force. The camp leader and her staff would be arrested for kidnapping and everyone would be sent back home to their families—and by the sounds of it, their families weren’t all so nice. But what else could I do? I couldn’t just allow the staff to get away with kidnapping.
After seven hours, I started to panic. I was far from the camp and it was getting cold. In a few hours it would be dark. If I wanted to go back, I would be hiking for hours in the dark winter mountains. And I still wasn’t sure that this highway even existed. And if it did, there was a good chance that no one would pick me up. I could have been walking to my death.
After eight hours, I started thinking about turning around. I was terrified now, worried I’d made the biggest mistake of my life. But I bit down on my tongue and stayed true to my morals. I just couldn’t let the camp get away with what they were doing, even if everyone was happy in the camp. It just wasn’t right.
After nine hours, I reached the highway. I stumbled out from the woods onto the pavement. It was recently ploughed. I had no idea which way was which, so I just started walking down the road in a random direction. It was ten minutes before a big truck started to appear in the distance. I waved my arms frantically. The sun was going down and I knew I wouldn’t have many chances to wave someone down before I was a black figure against a black forest.
Luckily, the truck stopped for me. He threw the passenger door open and I climbed up inside. “Where you headed, little lady?” he asked. He had a big beard and long grey hair.
“The nearest town,” I said. “I need to go to the police station.”
He looked at me with frightened eyes. “Is everything okay?” he asked.
“Not really,” I said. “I was kidnapped, along with almost one-hundred others.”
He stared at me for a moment with parted lips. “O—Okay. Sure thing. Let’s get you to the police station.” It was half an hour before we were at the nearest town’s police station. I thanked the man as we pulled up. “Good luck in there,” he said.
I leaned over the seat and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His face turned red. “Thanks,” I said. And then I ran into the police station. It wasn’t until I was at the desk that I realized I was still in women’s clothes, still using my girl voice. But I wasn’t sure how to get out of character now. My girl voice was my only voice—I wasn’t even sure what my old voice sounded like, or how to make it. So I talked to the police as a girl. I told them everything. It took twenty minutes to try and explain where in the mountains the camp was located. They kept me at the station while they sent a few cruisers out to investigate.
And it was only an hour later when they brought me a phone and said, “There’s a call for you here.”
I gently took the phone, worried it was going to be the camp leader telling me that she was going to kill me. “Hello?” I said.
“Um, hi—Sorry, I’m looking for my son. Can you give me to Derek?” my father’s voice said. And I realized I was still using that girl voice. I cleared my throat.
“This is Derek,” I said. But I was still using that voice. I just couldn’t break it, no matter how hard I tried.
But luckily, the cops had explained the situation to my father. He knew that I’d spent over a month in what was essentially a feminizing cult. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” he asked.
“No—they didn’t hurt me. They were actually really nice. No one wanted to leave—but I missed you,” I said.
“I missed you too. Even before that news segment came out, I was already on my way to get you back from that camp. I regretted it not even five minutes after you left.”
“I need to tell you something, dad,” I said.
“What’s that?”
I took a deep breath. “I want to be a girl,” I said. And then I closed my eyes and waited for the sound of my father disowning me. He was silent for a moment.
“That’s fine. As long as you’re safe and happy,” he said. “And as long as you’re always part of the family.”
I couldn’t fight away the smile. And then I couldn’t fight away the tears. My father went on to tell me that my sister had been accepted to a college in Scotland, and that my mom had found a new job working for an art company. Apparently the house was filled with flowers from my classmates who had heard about my abduction. I was flattered, but more than anything I was excited to get home to my family—and excited to start my new life the way I truly wanted to live.
They arranged to have a cruiser take me back home. “It will be here in a few minutes,” the police officer told me. And in that few minutes, my fellow campers started to arrive at the station. They all looked shocked—many of them had no idea that they’d been abducted. There were a few sour faces in the crowd—people who were angry that the fun was over.
I watched as they pulled the camp leader and her staff members down towards the holding cells. And then I watched as Chloe stepped into the precinct. She looked around and then she spotted me. I was worried that she hated me for ruining her life. I was surprised when she smiled.
“You really did it,” she said.
“I had to. I’m sorry,” I said.
“I’m glad you did it,” she said. “It was the right thing to do. Though I don’t know what I’m going to do now. I can’t go home to my parents.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“They won’t accept me—especially not now that I’m a full blown chick. When the cops asked me what my real name was, it took me a minute to remember. And I can’t even do the voice anymore.”
“Me neither,” I said. “And I was only there for a month. But I think you should go to your family anyway. Try to explain your life to them. And then if they really don’t understand, you can come live with me.”
“Really?” she said with glowing eyes.
“Really.”
“Derek Andrews—come on now, let’s get you home,” said an officer. My cruiser was waiting for me outside. So I kissed Chloe and then I left, worried I would never see her again. I didn’t even know what her real name was.”
My family embraced me as soon as I stepped out from the cruiser. I was shocked by how long my dad hugged me for, even though I was still dressed up like a girl—still wearing my wig and my makeup. “I’m so happy to see you,” he said. “Let’s get you inside. Your mom made your favourite dinner for you. C’mon.”
They never questioned my new persona—which wasn’t much different from my old persona—just the look and the voice was different. They accepted me on the spot, which made me feel happier than ever before.
It was a week later when there was a knock at the door. My dad answered and then he called for me. “Brenna—someone’s here to see you.”
I came around the corner and saw Chloe, looking more stunning than ever in a little red dress. She smiled as she saw me. “Look at you,” she said. I ran up and hugged her.
“So they didn’t change their minds, huh?” I said. “I’m sorry.”
“No, they did. They told me that they’re happy as long as I’m happy. But I had to come see you. It turns out we don’t live too far from one another. I’m just in Glendale, an hour away from here. But I was hoping that maybe I could stay for the weekend.”
“Of course,” I said. I felt a little bit weird kissing her in front of my dad. I’m not sure if my dad could tell that she was a trap like me, or if he even cared.
I felt less guilty about ruining the sissy camp when Chloe showed me all of the news articles online about families being reunited with their lost children. It was nice to know that I made that possible. Though I felt a bit bad when the camp leader was sentenced to life years in prison for almost one hundred counts of kidnapping. She’d made our sissy lives possible—though she’d gone about it in a bad way.
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Chloe and I fucked that night. We took turns stuffing our cocks into each other’s asses. And then we cuddled and kissed until the early morning hours. I laughed when Chloe asked me if we were “fags or dykes”.
“I don’t know what we are, but I know that we’re happy,” I said. And she smiled.
THE END
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