sleep away at Camp Wiŋtke

Chapter 20

About halfway back to their cabin, Belinda and Julie spotted Terry, who was standing alone, staring off in the distance.

"Terry," What are you looking at?"

She didn't immediately respond, she had spotted a pair of campers suspiciously wandering off between a couple of the other cabins.

"Where are they going?" She asked aloud.

Neither Julie nor Belinda answered.

"Come on," she instructed them.

"Where?" Julie asked.

"I want to see what those two are up to," Terry answered as she started in their direction, past the cabins and into thick brush.

Curious to know what was going on Julie and Belinda fell in behind Terry and they all three headed off in the direction Terry had see the other two go.

"This dress is too long," Julie complained, as she freed the hem of her dress from a thorny weed, once they had gotten to the back side of the cabins and at the edge of the forest. "I can't walk through the tall grass and stuff."

"We won't go too far," Terry urged in a whisper, "just far enough to see where they're going."

"Why do you care?" Belinda quietly asked.

"I don't know," Terry answered. "I just feel like I gotta see."

Belinda and Julie continued to follow Terry, trying to look like they were just casually walking in a random direction.

As they finally managed to find a spot where their dresses wouldn't tangle in the brush, they spotted the other two campers in the distance, behind a tree.

One camper, in a short green dress, was pinned aginst the tree by the second camper, in a long blue gown. She stepped forward pressing her body into the other. The tail of the first camper's dress was gathered up around her waist and she had one knee bent, her foot propped against the tree.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that two boys in dresses were making out.

"Oh," Belinda gasped, quickly averting her gaze. "Um, I think we ought to go."

What? You got a problem with seeing two girls make out," Terry asked.

"We don't know how they identify,  could be two guys, not that it makes any difference. I just think we shouldn't be spying on them, that's all. Let's go."

"Not yet," Terry whispered, edging a bit closer.

The first camper lowered her leg and the second camper, without breakng eye contact with the first, reached down with both hands and began relifting the tail of the first camper's short green dress.

Julie's cheeks grew hot, and she tugged at Terry's sleeve, urging him to follow Belinda. "Come on, let's go," she whispered insistently.

But Terry remained rooted to the spot, her eyes glued to the intimate scene unfolding before them. The camper in the blue dress had successfully maneuvered the green dress up, and the soft light of the moon revealed a pair of plaid panties beneath.

Julie's stomach twisted into a knot. She didn't know whether to be embarrassed for them or for herself for watching. The intensity of their passion was palpable, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Rachelle's earlier advice echoed in her mind: embrace your feminine side, find your beauty within. Yet here she was, hiding in the shadows with the others, witnessing someone else's moment of discovery.

Belinda turned around to see if Julie and Terry were coming with her. They were not. Instead she saw them watching the camper in the blue dress lean in closer, their hands deftly navigating under the green dress, reaching for the other's most intimate of spaces.

The fabric of the panties stretched with the touch, and Julie's heart thudded in her chest as she realized that she wasn't just seeing two friends sharing an innocent kiss; she was seeing a moment of deep connection, of exploration and acceptance. The scene was raw, unfiltered, and undeniably private.

Her own curiosity warred with the understanding that they were intruding on something sacred. The sounds of their passion grew faint, but the intensity remained palpable, a silent testament to the power of the moment they had stumbled upon. The air was thick with the scent of blooming night flowers and the whisper of leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, a stark contrast to the charged silence that surrounded the trio of friends.

Julie looked back and her eyes met Belinda's. She saw the same mix of confusion and fascination reflected there. Belinda's cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to make sense of the scene before them. Terry's gaze, however, remained fixated, a strange blend of awe and something else that Julie couldn't quite identify.

The camper in the blue dress squatted lower, her movements becoming more deliberate. The rustling of fabric grew quieter, replaced by the soft sound of kisses and gentle whispers that carried on the night air. The green dress fell over the head of the other camper, obscuring their view of the intimate moment, leaving only the silhouettes of their entwined forms against the tree's bark, but from the rhythmic movement underneath the green dress, they could all guess what was happening.

The three friends stood frozen, unable to look away from the passionate scene unfolding before them.

Julie's  heart skipped a beat, and she found herself holding her breath, as if by doing so she could somehow capture this moment in time.

"I - I'm going to the cabin. We shouldn't be watching this. I'm gonna be sick," Belinda stuttered as she turned and began walking away as quickly as she could in her wedge-heeled shoes over the uneven ground.

"Interesting, very interesting but I don't feel right knowing I'm spying on them. I'm with you, Belinda," Julie turned and followed.

"Yeah, okay, I'm coming," Terry sighed, before reluctantly following Julie and Belinda as they headed back.

"Why did you want to watch that?" Belinda asked Terry, just before they entered the cabin.

"There are others like me here," he tried to explain. "Aside from the couple boys that are in the process of becoming girls physically,  you included, Belinda, I thought all the other boys here just wanted to pretend they were girls for a week, but this, this changes everything. For me it means there are also others here that are exactly like me,  just boys that like boys. Maybe they like pretending to be girls, or maybe they want to be girls too, but still they are just as much a boy as me and they like boys. It made me feel better knowing that I wasn't alone."

"Did you know that was what they were doing when you followed them?" Julie asked.

"Maybe," Terry shrugged. "I thought they might be going to make out, but I didn't expect all that."