Kamp Korrection

3: Big Brother is watching you. . .

That evening, the meal was a barbeque in the extensive grounds. It was an odd affair, with little mixing amongst the participants, or 'inmates' as Felicity thought was a better description.

Felicity tentatively approached a lonely Bruce and said, "Hi. How are you finding it?"

Bruce replied, "Only just – I could think of a billion places that I'd rather be."

"Name them!", quipped Felicity.

Bruce smiled as he said, "Anywhere but here! Even six weeks at the dentist would be preferable to six here! I'm called Bruce, by the way."

"Hi, I'm Felicity. But wouldn't be my choice of names."

"Why not?", asked Bruce.

"It's too girly – can you think of a more girly name?"

"No, not really. That's how I feel about my name, except Bruce is to macho for my liking."

"You trans too?", asked Felicity without hesitation.

"No! Well yes! But I don't think of myself as trans - I'm just a girl who got put in the wrong body."

"That's exactly how I feel. . . The other way round obviously, and my mum insists on me wearing floral dresses and skirts – no jeans or trousers in my wardrobe!"

"You're making me jealous. I'm only here because I got caught wearing my sister's pretty clothes.  Oh how lucky you are - I dream of wearing skirts and dresses."

"That sucks. Do you really think 'Correction Camp' is a real thing?", asked Felicity.

"Well we're here, aren't we! But I can't see them changing my thoughts or feelings. What about you!"

Felicity smiled as she said, "I reckon that my folks will be getting their money back – I'm no push-over."

"Let's keep together throughout this; two together has got to be better for us. Pinkie promise!", Bruce said holding up a pinkie.

She locked her little finger into his and said, "Pinkie promise!", before adding, "You are a girl at heart right enough. I've never seen a boy offer a PP."

After a brief pause, she said, "Don't go away – you're the first person that I've ever been able to discuss this with! I need to go for a pee, and can't so easily nip into the bushes!"

She disappeared of into he buildings, emerging again after five or so minutes. She sat down on the log they were sharing, and very discretely passed him a while plastic bag which was folded as small as she could get it.

"What is it?", asked Bruce, with curiosity written all over his face.

"Something that I think we'll make you happy. It's not to my taste, but I think it could be yours!", she said.

Bruce tucked the package under his hoody and said, "Thanks. . . I think!", with a touch of doubt in his voice.

"You can let me know in the morning", she said with a cheeky little smile.

With precision timing, a camp leader got up and started bellowing out instruction. "Blah, blah, blah. . .", he droned. Luckily both Felicity and Bruce were half paying attention as they heard, ". . . Tomorrow morning we're starting at eight o'clock."

There were loud groans from around the camp fire.

The leader waited for the hubbub to die down, he responded, "I know, it's not what you expected, but since it's your first day we thought you deserved a long lie! Remember, this is not a holiday camp, we all have things to be changing!