by Jane Futa
Peter and I always worked as camp counselors every summer. It was something easy to pass the time between college semesters that allowed us to be outdoors and around pretty college girls. The best part of being a camp counselor was the last week of camp after the kids had gone home. The counselors and administrators stayed behind to clean up and make it look like our presence hadn’t happened. That meant it was an adults-only week, and we always made sure to fill it with adults-only activities.
One of our favorite things to do during the week, besides have random sexual flings in the woods, was to play pranks on one another. It was always boys versus girls and pranks ranged from your typical sibling rivalry type stuff to hiding someone’s clothes while they were skinny dipping in the lake so they’d have to walk around naked looking for them. It was the best time of year for all of us and it was a great stress reliever before returning to college for the Fall semester.
We said our goodbyes to the last few kids as their parents picked them up. When the coast was clear, the guys and girls split up and we each ran to our respective cabins. We dug our silly string canisters out of our bags and grabbed a few rolls of toilet paper. We weren’t sure what the girls had planned for our cabin, but it was our last chance to make a real mess before the cleanup would begin.
“We should spray some on their pillows!” cried Michael, another counselor.
“They’d fucking hate that,” said Peter with a laugh. “We gotta up our game this year, though. They got us real good last year.”
“What happened last year?” asked Michael. He was a new counselor so this was his first year of prank week.
“They fucking hired a stripper. I couldn’t believe they spent the money on it, but it was one of those strippers dressed as a cop.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” said Michael. Peter and I looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.
“It was a male stripper,” I said to clarify, “and we thought we were being arrested for drugs.”
“You had drugs?” asked Michael.
“No, but we thought one of the other guys did. He was always bragging about how much he did throughout college in order to get through his classes. It seemed fitting. So anyway, the cop fucking scares the shit out of us and handcuffs every single one of us while locking us in the cabin. Then he stripped for us. Meanwhile, the girls watched from the windows outside and took a video of the whole thing. It was nuts.” Peter looked disappointed to have to remember the male strip in front of him, but at the same time his eyes glimmered with admiration for the girls.
The unofficial leader of the girl’s cabin was Celia. Celia had dark brown hair with streaks of red highlights when she stood in the sunlight. She had bright green eyes that reminded me of a cat at night as they stalked their prey. She was smart and cunning, and Peter had always been impressed by her pranks. I knew he had a little crush on her, but nobody could figure out what Celia’s type was. A few of us suggested that she was a lesbian, but that was too disappointing to imagine. A few of us thought she was into manlier men than those of us who were camp counselors, but no one knew for sure.
Celia was gorgeous from head to toe. She was a little taller than the other girls and had a thin athletic build. Despite her penchant for exercise, she had full tits that seemed as if they’d hinder her progress in sports. The guys loved watching her run across a field as her chest moved gently up and down, as if they were taunting us.
A lot of the other girls and guys hooked up in the last week of camp in some way or another. Celia and I were the only exceptions. Celia seemed too perfect for anyone at camp and I was much too shy. I was slender for a man and frequently got teased for being girly. Fortunately, I had a rather thick skin so it didn’t bother me much, and I still made friends easily. Having a more feminine build, however, didn’t make me the most confident with the girls and none of them had ever approached me, either.
Instead of pursuing sex like the rest of the guys, I would listen to their stories and live them vicariously. Each time one of the guys banged a chick they brought home their story like it was some kind of trophy. Instead of horror stories around the campfire, they’d share everything they did with the girl they scored that night. We all listened eagerly and imagined the scenarios as if they were ours.
None of us were gay or anything, but occasionally we’d have jerk off sessions to the stories. I was glad for the ring of dick tugging since I never got to fuck anyone. I didn’t have to be embarrassed by only masturbating because everyone was doing it.
A few times, Peter and I even stroked each other. He was telling me about how he had tried to get Celia into bed but ended up with her friend, Lisa, instead. He didn’t mind, but he told the story as if it had been with Celia. He had wrapped his thick hand around the base of my cock, and I placed a slender hand around his. My cock wasn’t very big, and I was often teased amidst the jerk off sessions, but it was all in good fun. At the end of the day no one really cared and the humiliation turned me on even more.
“Your hand feels like a girls hand is on my cock,” Peter had said the one time we jerked each other off alone. “Are you sure you weren’t meant to be a girl?”
“Not as far as I know,” I replied in a high pitched voice playfully.
“Fuck,” he had moaned. “You actually sound like a fucking girl. Say something dirty to me.”
“This is Celia, Peter. I want to wrap my mouth around your cock and gag on it until you come.”
“Oh shit,” he had groaned as I tugged on his long, thick cock. I licked my hand so it was nice and slick and returned to stroking him. I began making gagging noises to simulate Celia sucking him off. Seconds later, he came all over the cabin floor. If we weren’t already close friends, it might’ve been weird. Fortunately, neither of us was really bothered by it, though we agreed not to tell anyone else. We didn’t think it was weird but we knew that the other guys might. Since that night, Peter and I had a closer bond than ever, even though we never talked about it.
I thought about it as I ran with him, Michael, and the other guys toward the girls bunk with our silly string and toilet paper in hand. When we were confident they had already left, assuming they were headed to our bunk, we quickly got to work.
The idea was to make it as messy as possible so they’d have a lot to clean. We knew they’d hate having to pick toilet paper out of trees in the middle of the hot summer afternoons. We sprayed silly string and threw toilet paper until you couldn’t recognize the place. A few of us even chased each other around with the silly string as the last rays of sunlight drifted across the horizon.
“Shhh!” Peter said suddenly and we all silenced ourselves to listen. “I think I hear them coming back.” We bolted and hid behind the trees that lined their cabin. We wanted to see their reaction when they found our little surprise. I pressed my back up to a tree trunk and waited until I could hear the girls clearly to peek my head around.
The darkness fell quickly making it feel as if the sun was on our side. They couldn’t see into the trees far enough to see us peering out, but they were illuminated by the soft light of their cabin.
“Psst.” I heard a whisper trying to get my attention from a few feet behind me. I turned back and noticed it was Peter. “Guess what else I fucking did?”
“What?” I whispered, frequently checking over my shoulder to watch the girls as they slowly approached their cabin. They were so busy talking that they hadn’t even looked at the mess we left them.
“I used their own nail polish to paint their soap.”
“I don’t get it,” I said with only half my attention on Peter.
“It won’t lather, but they won’t know until they’re already in the shower.”
“Shit man! That’s brilliant,” I said with wide eyes. I could tell Peter was really trying to up his game this year to compete with Celia. As crazy as the stripper situation had been, I really didn’t see her as much of a threat. If only I had known how horribly wrong I’d been.
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I turned back to my tree and watched. The girls were within a few feet of their cabin when they started screaming. “Motherfucker!” cried one of them.
“Those fucking dicks!” cried Celia. We couldn’t help but laugh at them. That’s when Celia’s eyes narrowed in on us in the forest. Just like a cat, she saw us through the darkness. I’d never felt fear like I did in that moment. She stripped off her jean jacket, revealing a bright yellow bikini top and jean shorts. She tossed the jacket to the ground and crouched in running position. A few of the girls followed her lead and they darted into the tress after us.
“Oh shit!” cried Michael when he realized how pissed they were. I turned back to see what the guys plan of action was and saw them all running away. Most of them were already several feet ahead of me by the time I got my start. I was the least athletic and probably the weakest. I didn’t have a chance against Celia.
I’d only taken a few steps when I felt my body slam to the ground. Celia sat on top of my ass while some of the other girls came around, holding their shoelaces in their hands. They pulled my wrists back behind me and tied them together with their shoelaces. My cheek pressed into the rough ground beneath me and Celia wasn’t going to go easy on me.
“Alright cocksucker,” she said after leaning her lips to my ear. “This is payback.”
“Like you didn’t just booby trap our cabin or something,” I fought back.
Celia didn’t like that I’d talked back to her. She grabbed a fistful of my semi-long brown hair and yanked my head back. “You really want to challenge me right now?”
I shook my head no as best as I could without straining the muscles in my neck. She released my hair and said, “I didn’t think so. Boy do we have a surprise for you.”
She climbed off of me and the other girls helped her drag me back into their cabin like a prisoner of war. They pushed me to my knees and circled around me. They looked around at their toilet paper and silly string covered home. “Look at this, girls. Look what they did to our place. This will take us hours to clean. I say we give this one hours of humiliation.”
I wondered what she was going to do to me. I had no idea how far Celia was willing to go to deliver payback, but she looked like a raging bull about to charge. Her fury made her sexier than ever, and I couldn’t help but get hard at the thought of her punishing me.
Chapter 2
“Celia,” said Michelle, a short blond with curvy hips, “what are we going to do with him?”
“Him?” Celia asked, stepping toward me. “He didn’t get very far in the woods did he?” The other girls shook their heads while their smiles stretched across their eager faces. “He isn’t very athletic, is he?” Again the girls shook their heads. “He isn’t very well built and his cheeks are quite rosy. I’d say we found ourselves a girl and maybe it’s our duty to teach him all about who he really is.”
My heart raced and my blood felt thick as it pumped through my expanding veins. Celia stepped closer until she was leaning over me, her breath traveling across my face like a cool, minty breeze. She reached into her jeans pocket while her bikini covered breasts hung inches above me. She pulled out a switchblade and the other girls gasped.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, my throat tightening and sending my voice into a higher register. I was filled with panic and thought Celia had gone crazy.
She smiled and pressed the blade to my chest. I could hear my blood pounding in my ears and I said a small prayer just in case. My eyes were squinted but darted open when I heard a loud ripping sound. I looked down and saw that she had cut my t-shirt open straight down the middle, revealing my bare chest to the girls.
“Does he look like a man now?” she asked them to which they all shook their heads. “What about a slender, sexy woman?” The girls nodded and I felt my legs tingle. My skin flushed with heat and I was certain I was blushing.
Celia grabbed me by the shoulders and urged me to stand. With my hands still tied behind my back, she kneeled and brought her hands to my shorts. She unfastened them and tugged them and my briefs to my ankles in one quick swoop. The girls gasped as they saw my small cock. A few of them laughed and a few of them looked on me with pity. Both looks made me hard, though, and they seemed shocked to see my reaction.
“So you like humiliation, do you, Frank?” asked Celia. I blushed but was speechless. Sure, I was a little embarrassed about my fetish and my small cock, but the attention made up for it. “From now on,” she continued, “we’ll call him Francesca.”
The way Celia had pronounced my new name made me feel as if I was royalty. It was as if when she said Francesca she was placing a small crown on my head for the world to see. I felt fulfilled in a way I never had before, and for the first time that night, excitement washed over me in a rolling euphoric wave. I couldn’t see what Celia wanted to punish with me next.
“Girls,” she said, spinning around to meet each of them eye to eye. “Pick out your hottest outfit. We’re going to have a little fashion show soon. First, we need to shave this hairy girl.” As she said the last few words, she turned to me and smiled.
Celia and two other girls walked me to the small bathroom that was shared by everyone in the cabin. Each of them grabbed a razor and Celia lathered on the shaving cream. My cock hardened as they foamed me up. When I felt the first razor touch my skin, I couldn’t help but moan. My hands were still restrained and there was nothing I could do but let these beautiful women feminize me.
I felt several soft strokes along my legs and slowly change me. With each new, shaved strip, the warm summer air caressed my smooth skin. It felt as if they were slowly unraveling me to help me become the woman I was meant to be. They were shedding my old skin and bringing me into a new light.
When the girls had first caught me, I was terrified. Even though I knew it was mostly fun and games, I knew Celia had a dark side to her that no one had really witnessed. I wasn’t sure what she was capable of, but now she seemed like some sort of dark angel. She was helping me navigate the forbidden truth of myself. She was like a guardian of the night, a mentor for the wicked. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
When the girls had finished shaving me, they wiped my legs and ran their hands up and down my thighs and calves to make sure they hadn’t missed any spots. For a split second, one of their palms brushed against my small cock and I hunched over in ecstasy.
“He likes it!” cried one of the girls. Celia smiled and looked up at me.
“Let’s see how much he likes wearing a mini skirt,” she said with a cocked brow. She stood up, took my hand, and led me out into the middle of the cabin. Each of the girls held out their sexiest outfit, but Celia was ultimately in charge of the decision. The girls smiled and laughed at my naked, shaved body.
“He really does look like a girl!” cried one of them.
“A girl with a small dick!” cried another. It didn’t matter how much teasing was flung my way, I enjoyed every second of it. I loved being on display for their entertainment, but I had no idea how much more I’d love wearing a short little skirt and halter top.
First, one of the girls – a young redhead – handed Celia a bright purple thong with a lace pattern in the front. The lace was made of heart patterns and the rest of the fabric was shiny silk. Celia’s lips curled into a devilish smile as she took the panties and walked slowly toward me. “You’re going to like these,” she said.
Celia kneeled down by my ankles and picked up my feet one by one. She slid them into the holes of the panties and then slowly pulled the fabric up my freshly shaven legs. It felt so smooth and forbidden. It felt strangely natural and unnatural. The soft, cool silk felt sensual against the muggy summer air. When the panties touched my cock I nearly came in front of all the girls in the cabin. It felt uniquely stimulating and my cock swelled with pleasure. Celia carefully tucked everything inside the small pouch of purple fabric and then patted my groin. She leaned forward and whispered, “There. Now no one will know you’re a b
oy.” Her words sent chills down my spine. She turned back toward the girls and looked through their chosen items of clothing.
The outfit Celia picked out was a tight jean skirt with a hot pink halter. The halter top belonged to one of the girls with a smaller chest, so it ended up fitting me perfectly. The girls teamed up to help secure the skirt around my hips and the top around my neck. A pair of women’s sneakers were tossed my way and then Celia darted for her makeup bag.
“Everyone grab a tool,” said Celia. I felt like they were performing surgery on me. Each girl held a wand or a stick with bright colors on each one. They pressed the makeup tools to my skin and went to town painting it to look feminine. I loved feeling the brushes against my cheeks and the glossy stick pressed to my lips. Most of all, I loved having several women at once paying me attention, even if it was to feminize me. Certainly the other guys would be jealous to get this kind of focus from a girl’s cabin. Even if it wasn’t sex, even if it was only dress up and makeovers, even if it meant becoming one of the girls, certainly they’d have to enjoy the experience as much as I did.
When the girls had finished they stepped away to look at their creation. “You look exactly like a girl,” said Celia with a delighted expression. I’d never seen her look so bright and bouncy before. It was as if her true happiness came out after she was allowed to feminize a boy. She turned quickly from a domineering girl with a stoic expression to a giddy schoolgirl who had just found her favorite color lipstick.
“Just one more thing,” she said, holding an elastic band around her fingers. I noticed a second one sitting at her wrist. She pulled at my hair, causing me a little pain but not so much that I would complain. She tied the band around one section and put the other band around a second tuft of hair. I had no idea what she was doing with my semi-long locks, but when she stepped back the girls nodded in delight.
“The guys will never guess this is one of their men with those pigtails,” she said, pleased with her final touch. The other girls nodded in agreement and their smiles stretched excitedly across their faces. It was as if their faces might split from the stretching of their grins. “Time to send him back to the boy’s cabin.”