[Fiction] I dare you: Stuck at Camp

[Blue Griffin]

As I waved my parents good bye, I knew that I was going to have an awesome time at camp. I had to beg my parents to go, but after a quick sign here, an envelope, a stamp, and letter of acceptance he was in. After a three hour drive passing nothing but grassy fields, I was dropped off at the camp. The camp looked amazing. This place had everything. A well stocked kitchen, clean sleeping areas with T.V., and a DVD player, and from what everyone at school said the staff appeared to be lenient about the rules. As I walked towards the main doors, I couldn’t help feel that something was off, but could not figure it out. Behind the registration desk there was a girl about twenty-two years old with a name tag reading: Hi, my name is Laura.

“Hi Laura, I am to register form my room, my name is Allen”.

She looked at me for a second confused then asked if was a joke.

Confused I asked what made her think of that. Then she said six words that made me even more confused.

“This is a girl’s only camp.”

"But, that's impossible! A lot of my friends said that they had been her before."

" That's must have been before this year. The owner sold the camp to new management and they changed it to an all girls camp. We sent out letter to all the male that applied to the camp notifying them of the change.

"But the site didn't say that."

"We haven't been able to update that since some of our staff left after the change including the person that kept track of the site. I'll check your application to see how we miss you."

When we looked at my application to the camp, we found the problem. It was marked that I was a female. If they would have known that I was male then I would never have been accepted. They said that this was just a simple mistake and unfortunately I had to leave. There was just one problem with that.

“I am sorry but I can’t. My parents dropped me off here and then left to catch a plane to a business conference. I also don’t have anyone nearby to take me home.”

So as much as I wanted to leave I had to stay there for the week, and man what a week it was.

As I walked with Laura to the room I was going to stay at, I realized what had been bugging me, every person I saw was a girl. As we walked into the cabin, I saw four girls that would soon be my roomies Ella, Chloe, Victoria, and Heather. As the situation was explained I saw that the girls all had a mischievous look in their eyes, but as they introduced themselves I quickly forgot it. Then it was time for dinner of pizza and milkshakes. I was also introduced to the other twenty girls. Then afterwards we went out to the fire ring and made s’mores. Then we all went back to or rooms and got ready for bed. I had just taken a shower when I came out and looked for my bag. It was no where to be seen so I asked Laura, our room councilor, if she or any other person had moved it. They all claimed that they had not seen it. With only a towel on, I had to wear an extra pair of clothes that the camp had if someone lost theirs. It was embarrassing to wear a pair of rainbow panties, along with a pink t shirt and purple shorts in front of the girls.

The next day I got a couple of jokes, but nothing really bad since everyone was sorry that I had lost my clothes. After a busy day, we had a the rest of the day as free time to do whatever we wanted like watch a movie or play a game. The girls had just started to play a game of truth or dare when I walked in and invited me to join. I thought that I had nothing to lose and joined. The rules were that you got to ask whoever you want truth or dare, no chickening out. The game started with simple stuff, do you like so and so, have you ever, etc, and then it came to me. It was Heather’s turn to ask me a truth or dare and I chose dare.
“I dare you to only chose dare for the of the game.”

Not having much of a choice, I accepted. The game went another full circle, and came back to me. Ella told me the next dare I had to do.

“I dare you to continue to do dares the rest of the day.”

This was a little weird because it was a good seven hours before lights out, but not wanting to break my word I accepted. The game sped by quickly returning to me. Victoria told me my next dare.

“I dare you to always have it be your turn in the game.”

Now kinda worried I looked at Chloe as she told me the next dare that made my mouth drop “I dare you to let us give you a makeover,” she said with grin. With that I knew that this had gone to far. I looked to Laura to ask for help, but before I could speak, she interrupted me by saying “Hey, don’t expect any help from anyone here. All the girls here know the code of the dares, they won’t let you back out of this one. Also, you signed an agreement stating you will follow the rule here and unless you want to walk all the way back to town without food or shelter, you better listen to them. Upon hearing this I knew I was doomed. The girls started by dragging me to the lost and found closet. This contained the accumulated clothes from years past that were never claimed.

“O.K, take off your clothes down to your panties.” Said Heather as they started to look through the numerous mountains of clothes. As I reluctantly striped, a squeal of excitement came from Chloe. In her hands was a......

What would you like to her to be holding?

[privvy]

Sounds like an interesting start

[deltavoyager]

Great so far!

She should be holding a corset. Or maybe a tutu

[Memories for Life]

This story isn't fiction, it's inconceivable fantasy!

"Fiction" is a story based on real world activity using imaginary characters.

"Fantasy" is a story based on imaginary actions occurring in the real world.

The first sentences confused the hell out of me. "As he waved his parents good bye, I knew that this was going to be an awesome camp. I had to beg his parents to go, but after a quick sign here, an envelope, a stamp, and letter of acceptance I was in."

The rest of the first paragraph didn't clear my mind at all. "The camp looked amazing. This place had everything. A well stocked kitchen, clean sleeping areas with T.V., and a DVD player, and staff that was rumored to be lenient about the rules." Either the main character looked over the entire camp BEFORE checking in or Allen would be looking at a brochure or website which described these amenities. Either way, it would be impossible to not know this was a "Girl's Only" camp! If the story was meant to be a "fantasy" of a male intentionally falsifying an application to attend this gender specific camp, the story could be reasonably believable.

As this fantastical story continues, the absence of any administrative authority at the camp indicates Laura runs the entire facility! Even if she accepts the male camper to stay, its impossible to conceive he would be berthed with any females. A dinner of "pizza and milkshakes" furthers the fantastical nature of this story.

"What would you like to her to be holding?"

In keeping with the "fantasy" theme of this story, I'd like Chloe to be holding a set of "invisible" clothes!

[Blue Griffin]

Originally Posted by Memories for Life

This story isn't fiction, it's inconceivable fantasy!

"Fiction" is a story based on real world activity using imaginary characters.

"Fantasy" is a story based on imaginary actions occurring in the real world.

The first sentences confused the hell out of me. "As he waved his parents good bye, I knew that this was going to be an awesome camp. I had to beg his parents to go, but after a quick sign here, an envelope, a stamp, and letter of acceptance I was in."

The rest of the first paragraph didn't clear my mind at all. "The camp looked amazing. This place had everything. A well stocked kitchen, clean sleeping areas with T.V., and a DVD player, and staff that was rumored to be lenient about the rules." Either the main character looked over the entire camp BEFORE checking in or Allen would be looking at a brochure or website which described these amenities. Either way, it would be impossible to not know this was a "Girl's Only" camp! If the story was meant to be a "fantasy" of a male intentionally falsifying an application to attend this gender specific camp, the story could be reasonably believable.

As this fantastical story continues, the absence of any administrative authority at the camp indicates Laura runs the entire facility! Even if she accepts the male camper to stay, its impossible to conceive he would be berthed with any females. A dinner of "pizza and milkshakes" furthers the fantastical nature of this story.

"What would you like to her to be holding?"

In keeping with the "fantasy" theme of this story, I'd like Chloe to be holding a set of "invisible" clothes!

Thank you for your feedback. I'll make sure to keep an eye for any inconsistent point of views.

Also while Fantasy is in the catogory of Fiction, I'll try to add details to the next chapter to help fill in some of the details.

[Slave2248]

in one hand should be a permenant marker and in the other should be a tutu and. This is the best story I have ever read

[vafancoulo13]

Originally Posted by Memories for Life

This story isn't fiction, it's inconceivable fantasy!

"Fiction" is a story based on real world activity using imaginary characters.

"Fantasy" is a story based on imaginary actions occurring in the real world.

The first sentences confused the hell out of me. "As he waved his parents good bye, I knew that this was going to be an awesome camp. I had to beg his parents to go, but after a quick sign here, an envelope, a stamp, and letter of acceptance I was in."

The rest of the first paragraph didn't clear my mind at all. "The camp looked amazing. This place had everything. A well stocked kitchen, clean sleeping areas with T.V., and a DVD player, and staff that was rumored to be lenient about the rules." Either the main character looked over the entire camp BEFORE checking in or Allen would be looking at a brochure or website which described these amenities. Either way, it would be impossible to not know this was a "Girl's Only" camp! If the story was meant to be a "fantasy" of a male intentionally falsifying an application to attend this gender specific camp, the story could be reasonably believable.

As this fantastical story continues, the absence of any administrative authority at the camp indicates Laura runs the entire facility! Even if she accepts the male camper to stay, its impossible to conceive he would be berthed with any females. A dinner of "pizza and milkshakes" furthers the fantastical nature of this story.

"What would you like to her to be holding?"

In keeping with the "fantasy" theme of this story, I'd like Chloe to be holding a set of "invisible" clothes!

Your "helpful criticisms" are delivered in a most awful way. Please try to be nicer. I personally enjoy this story very much. I get it if you don't, but writing multiple paragraphs bombarding the writer seems like overkill.

[Slave2248]

This is the most amazing story I have ever read! That is now my life goal, please continue the story it is just so awesome!

[Leathergloves]

Originally Posted by Memories for Life

This story isn't fiction, it's inconceivable fantasy!

"Fiction" is a story based on real world activity using imaginary characters.

"Fantasy" is a story based on imaginary actions occurring in the real world.

The first sentences confused the hell out of me. "As he waved his parents good bye, I knew that this was going to be an awesome camp. I had to beg his parents to go, but after a quick sign here, an envelope, a stamp, and letter of acceptance I was in."

The rest of the first paragraph didn't clear my mind at all. "The camp looked amazing. This place had everything. A well stocked kitchen, clean sleeping areas with T.V., and a DVD player, and staff that was rumored to be lenient about the rules." Either the main character looked over the entire camp BEFORE checking in or Allen would be looking at a brochure or website which described these amenities. Either way, it would be impossible to not know this was a "Girl's Only" camp! If the story was meant to be a "fantasy" of a male intentionally falsifying an application to attend this gender specific camp, the story could be reasonably believable.

As this fantastical story continues, the absence of any administrative authority at the camp indicates Laura runs the entire facility! Even if she accepts the male camper to stay, its impossible to conceive he would be berthed with any females. A dinner of "pizza and milkshakes" furthers the fantastical nature of this story.

"What would you like to her to be holding?"

In keeping with the "fantasy" theme of this story, I'd like Chloe to be holding a set of "invisible" clothes!

As an academic at the university in the arts, I can say that this distinction between fiction and fantasy is entirely unfounded.

[Blue Griffin]

*Author's note, down to the last couple of sections. Hope everyone is ready for the ending soon.*

The walk to the cabin was cool as there was a dampness in the air from all the rain. With a fog starting to creep in from the lake, the owner's cabin looked more intimidating in the early morning. A rectangle front with a chimney sticking out you could see the garden off to the left and a trellis leading up to a window on the second floor. With only a few lights on in the window, I suspected anyone inside would be asleep. Easing open the wooden fence and making my way to the front door, I pulled out a packet of salad dressing from my pockets. While I hadn't seen any locks on the cabins around the camp I knew from experience that some were very creaky. Luckily Heather had grabbed too many packets of dressing when she brought our food that night and the oil based sauce should help grease them. Someone might notice the smell in the morning, but even then it shouldn't draw enough attention to investigate further.

Taking a few minutes to cover the hinges, giving them a test, and repeating the process on the few spots that whined, I slowly eased open the door. I slipped off my muddy shoes making sure I wasn't going to leave a trail, leaving them on the porch. Stepping into the main living area, I could tell that some expense had been use to design it. Couches with blankets on their backs sat in a circle surrounding a large tv and plush rug with a fireplace off to the right designed to provide warmth to the nearby seats. The camp logo sat framed above it. A hallway to the right leads down to what seemed to be a kitchen and dining room. A grand set of stairs lead to an overlooking balcony that went around the corners and what I expected were the bedrooms. Not knowing if any of the floorboards were creaky, I slowly slid my feet across the floor and rug over to the staircase. I touched the wooden rail and leaning my weight on the railing as best I could carefully climbed up the stairs.

Upstairs there were a few pictures on the wall of the old owners. Some of them were hanging out with campers in their camp shirts, others of just her and her husband, one in the garden with another girl, a grin on both of their faces. Seeing none of them had initials on them and going left, I turned the corner, seeing a few open doors glancing in to see what was inside of them. A game room with a pool table, an empty bedroom with cardboard boxes, a duffle bag, and clothes in it, a library. None seems to be the right room. Not wanting to risk opening multiple squeaky doors and not having enough time or dressing to check them all, I started to realize I had no idea about where the crest was and only with what the girls told me that it may be in the previous owner's room. I suddenly felt less confident as my time was running out. I was so focused on how to find the crest I didn't notice the light coming from under one of the doors until it started to open. Freezing as I had no place to hide, I watched as another girl walked out and stopped upon seeing me.

"What are you doing here?" We both said in a whisper at each other.

A tense moment passed as neither of us answered. I didn't know the girl's name or what cabin she was from, at least sure she wasn't from the cabins that had seen me tied up though. With short black hair in a pixie cut, she was also dressed in black clothes holding something in her hand. Given she hadn't screamed upon seeing me, I guessed she knew who I was, but that wasn't surprising as I was more of a notable camper than most.

"I'm here trying to get the Owner's Crest." I said in a hushed whisper looking around to make sure no one else was coming. "I messed up with the prank war yesterday and my cabin-"

"I heard about that." she said, looking me over. "I didn't think you'd be so dumb to try and get it though."

"Says the girl that's also her for it." I quipped back.

"I'm n-" she started and then paused for a second, a thought flashing across her face. "Fine I am, but I wouldn't be in near as much trouble as you if I got caught. Right now you need to get out before anyone sees you. I'll keep looking and will give it to you if I find it. After what happened to you, you kinda earned it."

"How do I know you won't just keep it for yourself?" I said.

She let out a soft sigh. "You don't, but it seems like you don't have any idea what you're doing either and I've been looking longer than you ." A bit of urgency creeped into her voice. "Deal?" she said, holding out her hand.

I looked at her hand and the hints of light starting to peek through the windows. "Ok, deal." I reached out and shook her hand.

"ZAP!"
"YOW!"
"OW!"

The spark that jumped from me to her stung as both of us quickly let go and were flexing our fingers, a faint tingle left in them. Apparently I had built up quite a charge of static electricity shuffling across the rug while sneaking around. The girl gave me an angered look as I weakly shrugged. Our looks quickly turned to alarm as another voice came from somewhere in the cabin.

"What was that? Is everything alright?" called Mrs Ruptlee along with creaks of wood as footsteps echoed closer.

After learning my lesson about freezing like a deer in the headlights, I bolted down the hallway towards the stairs, only to get yanked back as the girl's hand grabbed my collar.

"Not that way, you won't be able to get down the stairs before she catches you." She pulled me down the hallway towards the dead end of the hallway. Turning into one of the last rooms she rushed over to the window and yanked it up not caring to keep any subtlety or quiet. Next to the window was the trellis leading down to the ground. "This is how I got in so it's safe to climb. Go!" she said, almost shoving me out.

"But the crest." I said as I climbed on, knowing that neither of us would get a second chance to look for it after we escaped.

"Take it. Just go." she said, shoving whatever she was holding into my hands as I started my descent. A second later I heard her swear and then the window snapped shut. Climbing down as fast I safely could, I jumped the last couple of feet landing with a splash of mud. Running around to the front porch, grabbed my shoes, and ran to the gate. Taking a brief glance back I could make out the shape of a body at the window before it moved inwards into the house. Once I was out of sight of the cabin and near the camper ones, I stopped bending over and gasping for breath. With my heart starting to beat at a lower pace, I finally looked at the item the girl had shoved into my hand. It was a toothbrush. On the handle was a printing of the camp logo, along with the set of initials: U B R. After a few seconds my gasping became laugher as I held up the prize in my hand. I had done it. The Owner's Crest and it couldn't dared away from me. I quickly walked towards our cabin, but paused as I heard cabin's two door open.

Turning to see all of Lola and her crew behind them, I could tell that they had been waiting the sleep from just waking up nowhere in their eyes.

“Hey there girlfriend” Lola said, her words dripping with sarcasm through a fake smile. “What’cha got there?”

“Oh just a nick nack to remember the camp by. I was hoping to show the girls and maybe our counselor too.”

“So you actually found it?” Said Samantha “That dumb crest in the owner’s house?”

I looked at them, a little surprised, but also given the direction I had come, not an impossible guess. Nodding, I reached into the bag sticking the trinket inside and feeling around for something else. While I knew they couldn’t officially take it, seeing how it was just the five of us and no one else I wasn’t going to take any chances.

“Yeah, I found the Owner’s Crest. I was told you can’t take it and even by daring me to give it to you I’d say that would count as taking it.” I said ready to run back to our cabin if they moved.

“Oh we know, so we just have to find someone else to give it to us.” Cheryl said with a growing grin. Not quite understanding, I heard the squishing of footsteps and a voice behind me spoke.

“I dare you to give me the Owner’s Crest Catcall.”

[Blue Griffin]

Originally Posted by Blue Griffin

“O.K, take off your clothes down to your panties.” Said Heather as they started to look through the numerous mountains of clothes. As I reluctantly striped, a squeal of excitement came from Chloe. In her hands was a......

...pink corset and a plain black bra with flowers on it. I heard a gasp and a few chuckles from behind me a Chloe held up the bra.

“Is that the hairspray bra?” ask Laura. Chloe nodded with a cheshire cat like grin. While I was wondering what was so special about it, the girls turned me around told me to hold on to my bunk poll as they wrapped me in the foreign garment. Heather, the strongest of the group, pulled up the zipper behind me and then started to pull the corset tight.

“3, 2, 1, pull!” shouted the other girls as I tried to keep my breath. After a couple of pulls Heather tied off the strings and then Chloe slid the bra on me. It didn’t seem very special to me. The bra basically clung to my figure, and barely gave me a bust.

“So why is this bra called the hairspray bra? It’s not sticky or smells like it. Did you wash it or something?

“While everything that stays in the lost and found does get wash after a few days to prevent pest from nesting it them, that’s not why it’s called that. Ella said. A few years back we decided to put on a camp production of Hairspray. Sticking with the theme of it, the lead role of Edna was cast from the male actors. The problem was the stuffing of the bra for her never fit right. So instead...” She reached around until she found something on the bra. Immediately me bust started growing and growing. I almost fell over as I ended up with a plus-size women’s D cup breast.

“What is this?” I asked as I felt the solid gel making up my bust.

“Gel caps. There are about 50 of them stored in the back and you just need to press the release switch a few to mix in the bust area to create Hollywood magic. Don’t worry though, they dissolve by themselves over time. They let off this great smell like perfume so we don’t need to add any of that to you.

“Can we give him a facial now?” said Victoria eyeing her makeup box underneath Chloe’s bunk.

“Not to much ladies, he’ll- I me she’ll have to remove it before she goes to bed. We don’t what to leave smears all over her pillow, and I think this will have to be the last round before lights out” As Ella started to cover my lips in different flavors of lipstick asking what my favorite flavor was, Victoria put on some blush and Heather and Chloe messed with my hair, another round passed with what I thought was some light dare and truths. I did find out that Heather was really afraid of chickens though from my truth to her which surprised me. As the last to go I didn’t think it was going to be much worse than what I had already gotten in to, but I was wrong.

“I dare you to do any dare we ask until camp ends. All we have to do is start off “I dare you”.”

“O.K, but you can’t tell anyone else about that. I don’t want the entire camp taking advantage of that.” The girls were fine with this rule and they showed me how to clean my face off as we all got ready to for bed. I still had a B cup as Laura turned out the lights and went into her part of the cabin. The moon wasn’t quite full, but it was enough to shine some moonlight into the room. I struggled to go to sleep as I wasn’t use to sleeping with my extra weight. I passed in and out of it until I got settled into a semi comfortable position. I was dreaming about what I was going to tell my friends and family about what I did at camp, when I awoke.

I wondered why I had woken up, when I heard a sound. “Achoo” It was a tiny muffled sneeze. It must have been from the from amount of perfume that had come from my bra, now normal, but the smell still lingered. As my eye adjusted to the darkness and the moonlight, I was able to make out a few people sneaking out of the cabin with the last person taking a quick glance behind her. The moon light showed some of her face.I couldn’t make it out, but I was sure it wasn’t any of the girls. She slid out and closed the door without making a noise. I wasn’t sure what to make of the incident until the morning when I was awoken by Chloe’s scream...

Hope you enjoyed this next part. He may have been super made over, but we still have a lot to go.

*Author's note: I realized that a week wouldn't be long enough to fit the story, so he's going to be at came for 2 weeks, not 1. Thanks*

[25rob1985]

great part we want more

[Slave2248]

Amazing but they should make him walk around with JUST the bra and panties and I cnt wait for the rest its awesome

[Vodin30]

no problem about the added week, i am enjoying your story. well done.

[Slave2248]

When is the next chapter coming!?