Chapter 1

My name was Pat Dongle. I was not Patrick but simply Pat. People wanted to call me Patrick but it was not my name.

I waited with my big duffel bag to get on the bus to go to summer camp. I'd be away from home for three weeks. Kids from all over the city that were the same age as me and my 13 years were here. I didn't recognize anybody from my school. Oh, well.

I was freckly and short. My body-size was small and my voice was soft-spoken. I was eagerly in wait for puberty to fully hit my body because my mind was already interested in girls. My long hair was to my shoulders and covered my ears. Today I wore jeans and a black Metallica shirt. That variation of clothing was all I wore. What more did a guy need?

I looked over at the girls standing in front of their bus. I didn't see anybody I knew over there either. Not that it mattered if I knew any of those girls because the boys and the girls stayed in separate camps that were on opposite sides of the lake.

"Hey, you!" a rough female voice called out.

I instinctively looked up to the generic call. Was it the tall brunette woman who called out? Probably. Strange. It appeared as if she looked over here at the guys. Specifically, I thought she looked at me.

"Get over here!" she said with a demanding tone.

I pointed at myself. What would she want with me?

"Yes, you," she said gruffly. "Get over here."

What did she want? I picked up my duffel bag and crossed over. The woman was probably about twenty-five so that made her old. I walked up to her.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said then held up her hand. "Never mind." She pointed at the girls. "Wait over there."

"Shouldn't I be over there?" I asked and pointed at the guys.

"Being a tomboy doesn't change you," she said. "Now get in line."

"But..."

She gave me a stern look. I was intimidated. I didn't argue.

In a few minutes, the same woman yelled to all the girls, "Everybody on the bus."

I looked over at the boys getting on their bus.

The tall, brunette woman said to me, "That means you too. Get on."

I took a deep breath and got on the girls' bus. I'd get this straightened out when I got to camp.

I felt so small on the bus. Most of the girls had sprouted and were at various stages of height while I was a boy waiting for my growth spurt. I already was one of the shortest boys in school.

I sat next to a blonde girl who was about my size. She appeared to be flat-chested with a generally immature body. I could relate to a girl like her. I immediately developed a liking to her. She was kind of cute. I took sneaky glances at her during the ride.

The girls' bus followed the boys' bus out into the countryside. We went into the nearby mountains and into the beautiful verdant trees. The boys' bus stopped at a fork in the road and our bus, I mean the girls' bus, stopped right behind it.

The woman who was responsible for my being on this bus stood up in the front by the bus driver. She spoke without the use of the bus intercom. She certainly didn't need it.

"My name is Christine," she bellowed. "I am one of your camp counselors. I am your friend unless you don't want to follow the rules then I will make sure you have the worst camp experience in your life. Ever!"

I swallowed hard and she hadn't even said much of anything yet.

"To the left is the boys' camp," Christine said.

The girls let out a loud, continuous cheering scream. It was deafening. It was awful.

"Rule number one," Christine said. "Don't even think about it."

The cheers quickly turned to boos and hisses.

Christine continued undaunted, "If you are over at the boys' camp, you are in big trouble and don't even think about sneaking a boy over to girls' camp. That boy will wish he never was born. The camp director said I can do something very evil to him."

I gulped deeply then coughed on the air.

Christine sat down. The boys' bus took the left fork and the bus I was on took the right fork.

What was I going to do? If she found out I was a boy ... I didn't want to finish the thought. This monster wouldn't understand even if she was the reason I was here. Maybe I could hide away and only come out for meals? I felt hot and feverish.

"Are you okay?" the blonde girl next to me asked.

"Yeah, sure," I said nervously.

"That time of the month, huh?" she asked.

I am a boy! I wanted to scream out but I dared not. I could not.

"It's just hot on the bus," I replied.

"You nervous?" she asked.

"A little," I said.

"It'll be okay," she said. "I'm Emily."

"Pat," I responded and took her offered hand. I had to consciously grip and shake her hand like a girl. Talk about awkward.

"You'll have fun. You'll see."

Fun? If fun involved Counselor Christine then I hated fun.

The bus entered camp and I was pleased to see boats and a volleyball net and even a basketball hoop which were all things I expected to see in boys' camp. That would make things go easier. I now knew how I could spend my free time.

I filed off the bus with all the girls and milled until everyone exited the vehicle. There were seven other women dressed similarly to evil Christine. I guess it was a counselor camp uniform. It would help me know who to avoid. The less I dealt with any of them the better.

Christine introduced the camp counselors and then called out girls' names. Girls assembled around the counselor they were assigned. Twelve minutes later I stood alone.

"What's your name?" Christine asked.

"Pat Dongle," I nervously said. My face was warm again.

"Don't see your name here," she said looking at her clipboard then looking directly at me. "Don't worry about it. We have one or two missing names every year. I'll assign you to my cabin. I have an opening." She waved me over.

I preferred to take my chances with one of the other counselors, but I was stuck. I walked over to the other seven girls standing near Christine which included Emily from the bus.

We stood around and I wondered what the wait was for. Five minutes later an electric cart zoomed in kicking up dust off the dirt path. The female driver parked the cart sideways and stood on the seat.

"Welcome girls!" the woman announced loudly. I estimated her to be in her late 30s or early 40s. "I am Director LaSalle. You can call me Sally. Welcome to camp!"

The counselors applauded and the response slowly built until we all copied the clap.

"We are going to have a great time," LaSalle continued. "We have lots of fun activities planned and we have lots of talks. Some are serious and some are to make you laugh and all are to get to know each other. You are at an important age. You are no longer girls but you are not yet women. This is an important time of transition for you. Your dorm counselor is there for you. Nothing is too personal to ask. Let us help you pass through any rites of passage."

I listened in a daze. What was beneath my jeans was significantly different than every other person here. I would be better off accidentally sent to Marine Hell Week.

"Once again," said LaSalle. "Welcome!"

The counselors once more initiated an applause response for the director. LaSalle took off to wherever she came from. She probably had a big vat to create more counselors.

"This way," Christine said to our group of eight.

We passed to the left side of one building where a counselor and her eight girls entered. Behind that building and to the right, Christine ascended the two steps of an identical small cabin and opened the door.

"This is your home for the next three weeks."

I stayed back and was the last to enter. I stood in the doorway and stared through the door. Inside were four bunk beds, two on each side of the room with a middle walkway. I could see a bathroom in the back.

"Go on," Christine said to me. "What you expect? Your own private room?"

I didn't know what to expect but in my current situation I hoped for something else. This was the worst scenario. There was no privacy.

I took a deep breath and entered.

Christine said to us, "You can decide on bunks after I am gone, but let me show you the bathroom."

We followed her back but what was there to see? It was a bathroom.

There were two toilets, two sinks, and two open showers. Okay, that made sense. You don't want eight girls waiting for one bathroom especially since girls took forever to get ready. I was positive girls would take a long time even in the dirty environment of camping. I had a two years younger sister. I knew girls could take an eternity.

"Here's what you need to know," Christine said adamantly. "Don't flush your tampon down the toilet. I'll make you unplug it. If I find out you flushed one down and it doesn't clog the toilet, I'll still make you get dirty cleaning out the drain. You won't like it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," the girls said.

"I didn't hear you," Christine said to me.

"Uh ... yes, ma'am," I replied.

"If you're going to have a bad attitude, you're going to have a bad time."

I already knew I was going to have a bad time. That wasn't news to me.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have you started your period?" she asked me point blank.

"What?" I said in shock.

"Don't be bashful. Do you have a regular period? Some girls aren't regular yet and others haven't started."

"I don't have a period," I replied verbally and with a head shake.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," she said.

"I'm not ashamed," I insisted.

"Watch your tone," she cautioned.

"Yes, ma'am." I needed to remember that none of this was worth arguing about.

Christine left us.

"Over here, Pat" cheerfully said Emily. "Sleep with me. I'll be on top."

I may be only thirteen and I knew Emily meant the bunk bed, but I wasn't ignorant of the double meaning. The last thing I wanted was the need to hide an erection.

Here was a quick run-through of my cabin mates orientated from the front door:

I was in the bottom bunk on the left with small, blonde Emily on the top.

The back left bunk (closer to the bathroom) was (Eliza)Beth who had dirty blonde hair and bad acne. Brittany, a more physically mature brunette with the waist and hip curves one expected in a woman was on the top.

In the front right bunk was Jamie who had wavy auburn hair. She was on the bottom. On the top was April who dressed goth and hated her 'happy' name. Whatever.

The back right was Anna, a shy, Mexican-heritage girl, on the bottom bunk. Miranda was on the top. She had light brown hair coifed perfect to her jaw line. Something about her said that this wasn't her normal summer camp.

Girls put their clothes away in the two drawer units each tenant had. I decided to keep my clothes in my duffel bag to avoid trying to explain my boys' briefs.

An hour later around noon, Christine came in and escorted us to the cafeteria for lunch. I took a hamburger and a hot dog along with other yummy stuff.

I sat with my cabin mates.

"How do you stay so thin eating like that?" Emily asked while poking at her salad.

"Like what?"

"All that food."

I looked at my plate. I would have taken more if I knew it was okay.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "It doesn't affect me."

"Wait until your body changes," said Brittany. Several other girls nodded.

I shrugged again and took a big bite of burger.

As I chewed, Brittany said, "Learn to eat different now or you'll get fat and no guy will ask you out."

I said nothing but decided to respond by cramming more burger into my mouth. Brittany shook her head like I was the stupidest girl in the world.

There was an all-camp presentation scheduled for after dinner, so the afternoon was free. Most girls headed outside except for Beth and goth April. Beth put glasses on which made her look bookish and nerdish while April read a book with a dark cover page. I was content to relax on my bed.

So far so good at this camp. I could do this. I could survive undetected.

Until I needed to go to the bathroom.

I hesitantly entered to make sure no one was there. I sighed in relief. It was empty. I entered a stall and locked the door. I lifted the seat, unzipped, stood straight, and relieved. The water splashed loudly in the toilet.

I just finished and zipped up when I heard, "Hello?"

It was April!

I turned so fast I almost stumbled and fell. I opened up the stall door.

"What were you doing?" she asked curiously.

"Going to the bathroom," I replied.

"Were you standing?"

"I ... uh ... I poured water into the toilet from the sink."

"With what?"

"A paper cup," I said. I felt sweat form on my forehead. "I flushed it down."

"You're going to get in trouble."

Oh, yeah, that rule. "I accidentally dropped it in. Would you want to take it out?"

April wrinkled her nose.

"I'm going to take a walk," I announced to her. I needed to leave before she asked the next reasonable question like 'why was I pouring water in the toilet?'.

I wandered aimlessly and found myself by the lake. A couple of girls were in the water in a shared canoe. Six girls sunbathed in bikini swimsuits on a beach-like area while two other girls in bikinis frolicked in the water. I found a spot where I could watch the pretty girls yet not so close that if they saw me it would make them think I looked them over. Even though I was a 'girl', it might creep them out if I stared at them.

The evening presentation was as boring as one could get. Everyone returned to the cabin afterward. I was one of the last ones to get back. As soon I entered the dorm my eyeballs bugged out. Girls changed into night clothes before my very eyes. I dove under the covers to hide my erection.

"Aren't you going to change?" asked Jamie across from me.

"I'm tired," I said. I turned on my side and pretended to snuggle in.

My eyes followed auburn-haired Jamie to her lower drawer. She took off her top and undid her bra and after her shorts came off I saw her backside as she stood only in her panties. She put her clothes away and pulled out a camisole set with a pink flower pattern. She pulled the shorts over her panties but she turned around before she put on the top.

She turned around!. The sight before my eyes turned on the mental Caps Lock for the thoughts in my head.

Jamie's tits were big. The number of girls that were my same age and I had seen their naked tits came to the total of, if I remembered correctly, exactly zero. I still knew Jamie was big for a thirteen year old girl. Wow! Such beautiful pale skin. They looked liked they defied gravity. My erection wasn't going away anytime soon. I was stuck under the covers but there was no better place to be right now.

Jamie noticed me watching her but she said nothing. I was a 'girl' after all. Why should she care?

"Not so tired after all?" Jamie asked.

"It takes me a while to fall asleep," I excused.

Emily appeared before my eyes. She was still dressed. "Don't you want to stay up and talk?"

I was about to make up another excuse when Brittany appeared before me. She was naked. No clothes. Nothing on. Brittany did hold a towel in her hand but I didn't consider that clothing. She had small tits compared to Jamie's tits, but her fine pair was still a good size. Brittany's tits were lovely. Very lovely.

"Join us," suggested Brittany. "Some of us are going to shower first then we will all talk after."

"Doesn't it sound fun?" said Emily excitedly.

It was hard to respond because Brittany was extra naked. She didn't have a stitch of 'clothing' on her pussy either. While this was the first pussy I ever saw, I knew that most pussies came with a collection of pubic hair.

"Pat?" said Emily.

Reluctantly, I tore my eyes away from Brittany's twat and looked at Emily. "Uh ... okay."

"Oh, good," she replied happily.

Emily took off her shirt and was suddenly exposed to me in her small bra. I glanced at Brittany and at her bare pussy. She smiled at me - the girl not the pussy. Brittany turned and headed to the shower. I watched her ass as she walked away.

One naked girl was gone but another appeared when I looked back at Emily. She stood naked before me now.

"Are you going to shower tomorrow?" she asked.

Emily didn't have the body of Brittany, but she was still a great sight to my male teen eyes. She only had a raised puffiness for tits but it was a pleasing view. My eyes instinctively gravitated to her pussy which was lightly covered in blonde pubes. Emily stood too close to me so I couldn't drool over her body even if I was a 'girl'. It would be too noticeable. I forced my eyes quickly up to her face.

I nodded 'yes' to her shower question.

No more girls appeared naked before me, so I looked toward the back of the cabin and the bathroom. I saw Miranda and her skinny ass walk into the bathroom. She was thinner than the other girls.

Anna changed and I saw the light brown-skin of her back, but she didn't turn around before she put her nightie on.

Most girls were occupied, so I reached under the bed and pulled out my duffel bag. I snuck out my navy blue pajama bottoms and my oversized KISS shirt that I always wore to bed. With the sheet and blankets remaining on top of me, I managed to change into night clothes. I crammed my clothes into my bag and stuffed it back under the bed.

"What's with you, Pat?" asked April. "Why not change like the rest of us? Are you afraid we're going to laugh at your body?"

I jumped when she spoke. I thought I changed unobserved. She misted her black hair with a spray bottle.

"Look at me," said April. "Do you think I care what people think about me and what I look like?"

I shook my head in response to the goth girl

"Neither should you," she said. "Under our clothes we're all the same."

Ahem! Not all of us.

April small talked with me which helped fill the time as we waited for Brittany, Emily, and Miranda in the showers. Talk about forever!

"Hey, there," said Emily when she returned wrapped in a towel. She glanced at me and said, "Is that what you sleep in?"

"Yes," I said firmly.

"Um ... okay. It's different."

"I like different," I said.

Emily dropped the towel to the floor and my eyes followed her naked body as she walked to the drawers. I watched her every move as she put on panties, pink shorts and a matching spaghetti strap top.

The girls spread a couple of blankets on the floor and brought pillows to sit or lie on. I copied and brought my pillow over. Across from me lay Anna on her stomach with a pillow under her and hands propping her head up. Anna's pajama top was loose. I could see right down at her tits! They were small but tits were tits and they were wonderful to see. I still needed to be subtle or someone would notice and get creeped out because it probably wasn't any better (and maybe it was worse), if a girl thought another girl scoped her out.

Brittany, for whatever reason, became the leader. We shared background information then Brittany turned the conversation to boys.

Oh, boy - and I don't mean that in a good way.

"So who's kissed a boy?" Brittany asked.

Every hand went up but Beth's, Anna's, and mine. It wasn't something I could even lie about.

"You ever go out on a date?" Brittany followed up with the three non-boy-kissers.

We all shook our heads.

"I haven't gone on a date either," said Emily. "I was curious so my kiss was a dare."

"That's because you four have no tits," derisively commented Miranda.

Emily glared at Miranda. Beth and Anna looked away with annoyance. I happily tried to take peeks down April's top when she changed position.

"My tits are not big and I've kissed a lot of boys," defended Brittany.