Young Ms. Leadership Academy

Young Ms. Leadership Academy 3

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Young Ms. Leadership Academy
Part III

Dear Diary,

Camp is a month away and today mom and I did my favorite activity: shopping! Mom wanted to assure that I had everything I needed to go to camp.

Mostly it was underwear. Lots and lots of underwear. There’s a laundry at the camp, but to keep me from having to use it every day, mom stocked up. Mostly it was plain cotton undies, very comfortable, durable and practical, but she also let me buy a couple of pair of sexy, silky panties. I wonder why the camp recommended those, but hey, I like them and I’m not complaining.

Then there were the shorts. I had shorts of every kind: some loose and obviously athletic others ass-hugging with legs that didn’t even reach my crotch. I didn’t think mom would even let me think about wearing such attire, much less buy it for me. Mom says they’re for camp and I can’t wear them at home until I come back.

Foo, I wanted to parade around in them in front of some of the boys. Carolyn may have the biggest boobs, but I have the best-looking ass.

Mom also stocked up on a couple of bags of no-show socks to wear with my sneakers. I like the way my bare feet look in a sneaker, but mom insists I wear socks, so these are a compromise.

And then there were the sneakers. I have a couple of pairs at home: different ones for different outfits, but mom wanted to make sure I had a good, athletic-quality, brand-new pair for camp. I’ve been to camp before, the sneakers always get trashed. Why would she want to send me with good ones? But new shoes are new shoes and what girl would argue with her mom about getting them?

We settled on a pair of New Balance with pink trim. Even the soles were pink. They’re very sporty, yet very feminine at the same time. I like them. We also bought a new pair of flip-flops for the shower and indoor wear.

I also got refitted with new bras. I’m not as big as Carolyn, but I’m bigger than I used to be and it’s time to step up to a bigger cup. I got several sports bras, two to wear with my school uniform and one sexy, lacy one.

I’m liking the idea that mom is finally realizing that I’m becoming a woman and I’m not her “little girl” anymore.

About the only thing we didn’t buy was T-shirts. The camp was providing them. Of course, they are yellow and have the single female symbol on them. I suppose it’s OK. I got enough wearing a uniform to school, but to camp? I wonder what kind of uniform I’ll have to wear to my new school.

Mom hardly bought anything for herself, yet we filled the trunk with our purchases.

The only bad thing about the whole affair is that mom is going to make me sew name labels in everything even the underwear. It’s another requirement of the camp. I’ve been to a sleepover camp before. It makes sense, but it’s still a boring job. Well, at least I have a couple of weeks to work on it.

I got clothes! This is beginning to become more real. I can’t wait to get to camp.

-=o=-

Dear Diary,

Camp is getting even more real. I leave next Saturday. I started packing today. I even picked out the outfit I’m going to wear on the bus!

Mostly I packed the stuff mom bought me a couple of weeks ago. Mom insisted I take my napkins even though I’m sure I’ll be done with my period by then. “A girl can’t be too careful,” she said. It’s probably why I’m always, “packing.” I never used the one in my purse, but I had to lend one to Becky one time when she was having a particularly bad day and needed to change.

I bet if I needed any of the essentials, even toothpaste, I could pick it up at camp. Oh well, they don’t take up that much space and it keeps mom happy.

I went over to Carolyn’s house and she told Becky and me about this cute boy she met at the pool. It’s started already. My friends are moving on with boys without me. I probably won’t get to see him until I get back from camp. But I guess I’ll get my share of boys at the camp if the brochures are right.

Actually, now that it’s almost ready to happen, I’m beginning to feel a bit frightened. What if I freak out in front of the other girls? I mean I know what boys look like. I had that experience with Lisa and Carolyn and those two boys back in the first grade. I helped friends change their baby brothers or cousins and I’ve seen a group of little boys playing in a sprinkler.

Then there are the books at school which are very clinical, but get the point across and of course there is the internet and Cindy’s taught me a few things too.

One thing I learned is that as boys grow, so do their penises except that they don’t grow at the same rate. Little boy penises are about the size of their pinkie finger; big boy penises are much larger. And some place between “fun” size and giant-size, penises start squirting semen.

But now I’m going to see boys. Real live, in-the-flesh boys – big boys with big penises that can squirt semen – right there in front of me. If I read the brochures right, I’m even going to touch them and not just touch them, but it will be very intimate touching in their most private and secret places.

Then there is all the talk in the book about my being a girl and being more mature and being the superior gender. I hope I can live up to it.

-=o=-

Dear Diary,

I don’t have a lot of time. I’m at camp now. The camp people rented a van to pick us girls up at the mall parking lot. There were 5 of us, all freshman. Mine wasn’t the only clingy mom. All of them stood there and waved us off as we left the shopping center parking lot.

Besides me there were Madison, Hannah, Ashley and Mia. The ride to the camp took almost a half a day and we stopped for lunch.

The driver was very nice and one of the adult counselors at the camp. I found out that she worked as a trainer for Ms. Stratton, the lady who set things up with mom so I can go to camp. Her name was Ms. Garcia. She told us that like us, this was her two-week “vacation” and she looked forward to it every year. She said that her duties were light, it didn’t count against her “real” vacation and she got paid extra for doing it. I hope I can find a job like that when I grow up. Maybe that’s one of the benefits working for a woman-owned company.

Mostly us girls talked about school, shopping, music and boys.

Once we got talking about boys, the conversation turned towards the topic of the camp. Somewhat hesitantly at first and we cupped our hands to each other’s ears to pass along our experiences and thoughts.

Ms. Garcia caught us and said, “Girls, you are going to be camp buddies soon. You should have no secrets from each other. Besides there is nothing you can say that I haven’t already heard before, so you might as well share with all the girls.”

Being confronted like that, none of us wanted to be the first one to say anything. So Ms. Garcia went on.

“I’m sure you girls all know what boys look like or you wouldn’t be in this van. Why don’t we start with the first time you saw a boy? How about we start with you, Miss Hannah?”

Put on the spot, Hannah stumbled through her story. I was up next. It seemed that all us girls had some variation on making little boys pee for them.

That sort of broke the ice for us girls and we had a very lively conversation after that. One of the girls asked how many penises we’ve seen for real and not on baby boys being changed. Hannah and I had two, Madison and Ashley had one, but Mia claimed a half dozen – as a toddler, she ran into a men’s locker room by mistake. We said that didn’t count.

We also discussed the largest penis we ever saw. “And Mia, the locker room doesn’t count,” we added. It turns out the in Hannah’s case, she had an older cousin Katie who used to baby sit her and her other cousin Matt. Katie made Matt show them his penis. Matt was about 8 at the time and Hannah was about 6. She still likes to bring the incident up with him to make him blush.

Ashley told of a story where she was over her cousin Sarah’s house. She was about 5 at the time. She and her cousin were helping her aunt change her baby cousin, Peter’s diapers. Her older brother, Matt who was maybe 7 at the time complained that the girls got to see a naked boy.

His mom said that it was no big deal, and that it was nice Sarah and Ashley were helping her out. It proved how grown up and responsible they were, but he kept on complaining that it wasn’t fair that girls can see boys and boys can’t see girls.

His mother countered, “If Peter was a girl, you’d see what she looks like.” But that didn’t seem to satisfy him. So she got angry with him and told him, “If you don’t knock it off this minute, I’ll have Sarah and Ashley diaper *you*.”

Ashley said that she was sure the threat wasn’t real, but it made her feel funny to think about being in charge of a boy like that.

I agree with her: seeing penises is one thing, but taking control of a boy because he has a penis is what being a girl is all about. I don’t think I could admit that if I weren’t surrounded by girls who thought just like me.

We stopped at a restaurant to eat. Ms. Garcia cautioned us to keep the conversations “clean.” “You girls can pick up where you left off when we get back in the van,” she cautioned us.

Ms. Garcia kept an eye on us, but we were allowed our freedom. She let us roam the shop attached to the restaurant where we ate and even let us sit at our own table. I felt so grown up eating lunch with “the girls.” Hannah poked me in the side at one point and whispered in my ear while pointing at a particularly cute boy. “I wonder what his looks like,” she giggled.

We were pretty much talked out by the time we got to camp.

We got here about three or four in the afternoon and were met by a pink shirt who was with two of her blue shirt “lieutenants.” Also with the girls were 5 boys. Disappointingly, they were dressed in shorts and T-shirts.

The girls apparently were expecting us. They introduced themselves as Mary Ellen, Terri and Helen. They made no effort to introduce the boys. They looked at a list and called us by name.

I was first; with a last name beginning with “A,” that happens a lot. “Emily Anderson,” she said.

“Here!” I replied.

“You will be in cabin 4.” She pointed to a boy and said, “Take Ms. Emily’s things to her cabin.”

“Yes, Ms. Mary Ellen.” was the reply.

“My” boy was kind of cute. He seemed to be about 15 or 16 and had broad shoulders. He had blond hair and a nice smile. He picked up my things and said, “Follow me, Ms. Emily.”

The brochure told me that boys had to call all girls “Ms.” but hearing it not only from my boy but all the other girls’ boys feels funny. I guess I’ll get used to it.

Hannah is also assigned to my cabin. I don’t know where the other girls wound up.

At the cabin, we were met by a couple of pink shirts and two more blue shirts. There were also two other girls, both freshman: Carol and Karen. These were to be my cabin mates.

The older girls gave us a tour of the camp. It is every bit as beautiful as the brochures promised. I can’t wait to go boating and swimming in the lake.

Dinner was very nice, if a bit rustic. We ate in a large, screened in pavilion with benches and picnic tables. The meals were served by the male “staff.” It was nice to be waited on by a gang of well-developed teenaged boys.

Tonight, we had some free time and were encouraged to meet with and get to know our fellow campers. I’m beginning to feel a bit better about camp. The blue shirts and pink shirts aren’t as bad as I thought they would be. They are courteous if not a bit strict. They are definitely in charge, but nice to us. I guess I might be in for a bit of “tough love.”

One of the other things we did was come up with a name for our cabin. “Cabin 4” is hardly a “war cry” on the playing field. We agreed that since our senior pink shirt was named Deborah that we call ourselves, “Debbie’s Dominas.”

I’d like to say more, but I need to get off the computer. There’s one in each cabin, and I have to share it with the other girls. Lights out is at 10 o’clock and that’s also when they cut the cord to the internet. Connections come back on at 8 AM so we can catch up. I’ll send mom another short email then. I don’t think I’ll get a lot of computer time. They have our schedule fairly well packed.

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Dear Diary,

I’m hot and sweaty and I haven’t even had breakfast yet. They make us get up every morning and do PT. They call it physical training. I call it physical torture. I didn’t mind gym class at school, but I was awake for those. Summertime is for sleeping in!

It could be worse. I hear that the boys have to get up even earlier for their PT and it’s much more strenuous than what we have to go through and that they have to do it naked except for their sneakers. Also there are some pink shirts and blue shirts assigned to put the boys through their paces. So those girls have to get up early too, but at least not every day. They rotate that duty.

Anyway, it’s off to the showers and then breakfast. Rumor has it that we are in for a special treat today: we’ll finally get to see some naked boys.

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