Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >The Boys in Cabin 12 Are Going to Pay by TheBlushingPrincess Part 1: Prologue The girls in Cabin 19 had simply had enough. All week long, they had been enduring pranks from the boys in Cabin 12. The clowning around had started off innocent enough. Locking the girls out of their cabin. Or stealing and hiding all their pillows. But after a couple of days, the boys got more daring. Sneaking peeks of the girls in the shower. Or peering through the cabin window while the girls were changing for bed. But the real stinger came at the lake. The girls had snuck down to the water in the middle of the night, stripped off their swimsuits, and jumped in naked. Somehow (and the girls had absolutely no idea how this possibly happened), the boys in Cabin 12 had gotten wind of the impending skinny dipping. The boys stealthily concealed themselves in the bushes and waited. Then, once every last one of the girls was deliciously nude and submerged to the neck, the boys dashed out, confiscated the girls -(TM) towels and swimsuits from the dock, and simply stood there on the shore, waiting for the show to begin. After much protest and pleading, the girls of Cabin 19 had no choice but to emerge from the water, like so many teenage Aphrodites, doing their best to crouch and cover themselves while they chased the boys and pleaded for their towels and swimsuits. The boys dropped everything in the woods and darted back to their cabin for a good laugh at the girls -(TM) expense. Part 2: Formulating a Plan The girls arrived back at Cabin 19, and they were really steaming. This was simply too much, and they weren -(TM)t going to let the boys get away with it! But what to do? Kennedy held the floor. She brushed her long, sandy-blonde hair over her shoulders. She was beautiful of appearance, with perfect curves on her petite, 5 -(TM) 3 - frame. And with bright blue eyes, a winning smile, and a cherry disposition, she was a natural leader. She started to solicit ideas from the other girls. -How about we sneak into their shower? - Kennedy said, -Yeah, but that -(TM)s just copying what they did. We need to really make them pay. - -How about we gang up on that obnoxious Brandon kid, strip him in the woods, and make him go back to the cabin naked? - Brandon was Kennedy -(TM)s counterpart in the boys -(TM) cabin. He was the leader and was the idea man behind the offending high jinks. And like Kennedy, he was handsome of appearance. Tall and relatively muscular for his age. Kennedy said, -Yeah, it would be amazing to force-strip Brandon, but that -(TM)s just one of them. We -(TM)ve got to get them all. - -How about we challenge them to a game of strip ping-pong. I -(TM)m really good at ping-pong. We -(TM)d win no problem. - None of the girls liked that idea at all. Way to risky. It was quiet for a minute or two, as all the girls -(TM) minds went into overdrive, trying to find the perfect plan to humiliate the boys of Cabin 12. Then Lacy broke the silence. Lacy was perhaps not the most timid girl in the group, but was relatively shy and quiet. She didn -(TM)t quite have Kennedy -(TM)s striking looks, but she was certainly cute in her own way, with her dark eyes, dark long hair, and attractive figure. -I was just thinking, - she began with some hesitation, wondering if the other girls would like her idea or not, -and I don -(TM)t know if this would work, but I was just thinking -- - Kennedy prodded her along, -Yes, Lacy? Go on? - -Well, next week, we all need to have those physicals with the nurse. You know, weighed and measured and everything - Kennedy was getting a little irritated with Lacy. -Yes, okay. Get to the point. - -Well, I was thinking, - Lacy continued, -What if we somehow get to sit in on the boys -(TM) physicals. I mean, they need to get undressed and everything. - Kennedy liked the idea, but didn -(TM)t see a realistic way for it to work. -Okay. But how do we possibly do that? We -(TM)d have to get the senior counsellors and the nurse to go along with it. And there -(TM)s absolutely no way of doing that. I mean, maybe they -(TM)ll look the other way when it comes to some pranks. But there -(TM)s no way they -(TM)ll let us sit in their while the boys have to strip for their physicals. - Lacy still thought that somehow there was merit to her idea. There was silence for a moment again. Lacy spoke up again. -What if -- - -What if what? - asked Kennedy, becoming further annoyed with Lacy. Lacy continued. -What if it -(TM)s not the real physical. What if we set up a completely fake physical? You know. At a different time and a different place. Before the real physical. - Well that piqued Kennedy -(TM)s interest and curiosity. But could it work? Could the girls somehow con the boys into thinking they were going in for their physicals, but it would actually be the girls of Cabin 19 calling the shots? Kennedy looked at Lacy. -You know, that might work. - The other girls giggled and nodded approvingly. -But we -(TM)re going to have to come up with an airtight plan. Because if the boys suspect anything, or if the staff figures it out, it -(TM)s over for all of us. - The girls agreed that they were up to the task. They were at last going to exact their revenge on the boys of Cabin 12. Part 3: Evaluating the Scheme The girls had been awake well into the wee hours, plotting and planning. Kennedy felt satisfied they had thought of all the contingencies. But just to be sure, it was time to assess the strategy and ensure they hadn -(TM)t missed any essential details. -Alright, girls, - Kennedy barked. -Attention! - All 16 of the girls simmered down and crowded together on the four beds in that section of the cabin. -Let -(TM)s review. - Referring to her clipboard, pen in hand, Kennedy began to recount the plan for the girls to verify they were good to go. The caper would be carried out as follows: Tuesday was going to be a free morning until 1:00, with boys and girls together. It would just be the girls of Cabin 19 and the boys of Cabin 12. The plan was to be down at the lake for mixed swimming and water sports. The boys -(TM) and girls -(TM) physicals were scheduled to be at 2:00 that day, after lunch. The girls, however, in their immeasurable cleverness, were going to set up a fake medical tent at the pavilion by the lake. It would be preset with scales, clipboards, tables, and all the necessary accoutrements. It would look totally legit; they would make sure of that. Around 11:00, one of the girls would happen to notice an official-looking note on the dock. The note would read, -Attention Campers. The time for the physicals for Cabin 12 has been changed. All boys in that cabin must report to the medical tent at the Lake Pavilion promptly at 11:00. - So far, all the girls agreed that the plan was sound. Kennedy continued with the next steps. At 11:00, the girls would tag along with the boys, just to see the tent and hang out while they waited. But when they would arrive at the tent, there would be no nurse; and there would be no senior counsellors. Instead, there would just be another note, this time, from the camp director himself, on official camp letterhead, no less. The note would read, -My apologies, but due to an emergency, Nurse Betty (the official camp nurse) is unable to be here. Instead, if the girls from Cabin 19 could please fill in the appropriate paperwork, that would be much appreciated. Be sure to have your paperwork finished and to the camp office before lunch. - At that point, the girls, simply following the instructions from the camp director, would walk into the tent with the boys. They would pick up the clipboards with the paperwork, and read the instructions to the boys. Campers are to strip down to their undergarments, leaving their clothes on the table marked -personal items. - Campers are then to count off and form groups of four campers each, and then proceed to the four stations for height, weight, heart rate, and flexibility. When the campers arrive at their first station, they are to remove their undergarments and place them on the table at the station. Then they are to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, facing the table, hands at their sides. Further instructions will be given at each of the stations. The girls themselves at that point would also divide into groups of four girls each, so they could monitor each station. The girls were so amazingly proud of their plan. It was just perfect. In the end, each group of four completely naked boys would rotate through each of the four stations, giving each and every girl an unobstructed, up-close and personal view of each boy in all his natural glory. They were giddy at the prospect, and started to discuss the various types of humiliating torture they would force upon the boys. For example (and they put all of this into the -official - step-by-step instructions for each station, so there could be no arguing about it from the boys): At the height station, hands must be behind the back when stepping up to the height rod. This is to ensure an accurate reading. (The girls knew the boys would keep their hands over their privates unless there were clear, written instructions to do otherwise. This would help the girls accomplish their two primary goals: humiliate the boys -- and get a good look at everything!) At the weight station, hands must be over the head to allow for easy reading of the digital display. (The girls knew this was total boloney. But they wanted to get their money -(TM)s worth. Plus, they plotted to have one girl standing with the clipboard, and another girl kneeling down directly in front of the boy so she could get a good readout of the weight display.) The heart rate station was going to be the most fun. First, the girls would get a resting heart rate (arms at your sides, please.) But then, they also needed to get the maximum heart rate. How would they do this? They would give the boy a jump rope and have him jump for 60 seconds. Then they would measure his heart rate again. The girls were fighting over who would get to staff the heart rate station, as they all wanted to have a front-row view of those bouncing penises, which, if not hard yet, the girls were absolutely sure would get hard as a result of the rope jumping! That was going to be perhaps the best sight of all! Of course, the flexibility station was ripe for all kinds of humiliation. Touch your toes. Jumping jacks. Arch your back and stretch your arms over your head. The possibilities were simply endless! The girls made notes of exactly which flexibility exercises would be required, again, so there would be no protesting from the boys. -We -(TM)re just following the instructions, - the girls would say. In addition, they plotted about how they would giggle at the size of the boys -(TM) penises. And they were zealously brainstorming the variety of techniques they would employ to make sure each of the boys had a truly embarrassing boner. But here was the kicker; the piece de resistance. While the boys were preoccupied getting weighed, measured, and so on, one of the girls would quietly remove the boys -(TM) clothes and underwear from the tent. Then, once all the -paperwork - had been completed, the girls would have the boys form a line next to each other (again, hands at your sides, please) and hand each of them a sealed official camp envelope. Finally, the girls would leave the tent. Then the boys, still standing there wholly au natural, would open the envelopes. The letters inside would read as follows: To our dear friends, the Boys of Cabin 12, We feel just awful telling you this, but there has been a terrible mix up. The physical you just endured was a fake. You got owned! Your real physical is actually at 2:00 this afternoon, just as it was originally scheduled! We are so sorry if we embarrassed you! But if it makes you feel any better, we had a great time. Oh, and by the way, look carefully around the room. Your clothes are gone; yes, underwear too. So sorry, but we have taken them. (How terribly naughty of us. How will we ever forgive ourselves?) And don -(TM)t bother looking for any towels. There aren -(TM)t any. In other words, there -(TM)s absolutely nothing here for you. So have fun! And don -(TM)t bother returning to Cabin 12 to get more clothes. Because remember when you locked us out of our cabin last week? Well, we -(TM)ve done the same thing to you. But don -(TM)t worry. We -(TM)re not entirely evil. You can easily get your clothes back. In fact, we -(TM)ll tell you exactly where they are. We -(TM)ve so thoughtfully left them underneath the benches surrounding the firepit at the girls -(TM) camp. So hurry, and maybe you can arrive there before the girls -(TM) lunchtime assembly. Just maybe. Hugs and kisses, The Girls of Cabin 19 They all agreed it was the perfect plan. Simple yet diabolical. And they couldn -(TM)t wait to put it into action! At last, they would have their revenge on the boys of Cabin 12! The girls went to sleep, smiles on their faces, dreaming of the big day -- Part 4: The Big Day The big day had arrived. It was Tuesday, and a beautiful Tuesday it was. Not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was simply perfect. The girls had been up all night setting up the fake medical tent at the Lake Pavilion. They had needed to be pretty sneaky about the whole thing -- acquiring the camp letterhead, procuring the scale and height rod, gathering the clipboards, formatting and printing the exam instructions, and so much more. And the attention they paid to every detail really showed. The medical tent was truly convincing. The con was in motion. As scheduled, the boys and girls (from Cabins 12 and 19, respectively) arrived at the lake for a morning of mixed swimming and water sports. After a couple of hours, one of the girls just -happened - to notice the note on the dock. She made sure she was in view of at least some of the boys when she -discovered - it, so they wouldn -(TM)t suspect anything. She read it, and then handed it to one of the boys. -It looks like this note is for you. - Brandon took it from her and read it. -Attention Campers. The time for the physicals for Cabin 12 has been changed. All boys in that cabin must report to the medical tent at the Lake Pavilion promptly at 11:00. - He didn -(TM)t seem to find anything unusual about it. Schedules changed often at the camp, and the kids were used to just rolling with it. So at about 10:30, the boys and girls headed to the dressing rooms and changed into their camp shirts, shorts, socks, and sneakers. The girls offered to -keep the boys company - as they headed up to the tent for their physicals, and the boys had no objection. Again, nothing so strange about it. The girls hearts were soaring. They could hardly contain themselves (but they had to, or else they would give it all away and the con would fail.) But they knew they were in for a real treat. All 32 of them (the 16 boys and 16 girls) started to make their way to the Lake Pavilion. Kennedy couldn -(TM)t wait to get there and read the horrific next note to the boys; the one in which it would be announced that the girls were to chart the boys height and weight while they were naked. Wow. She just couldn -(TM)t believe the plan was working! The campers arrived at the tent and Kennedy was just about to reach down and pick up the next note. But at that moment, someone walked out of the tent. The girls were shocked. What was happening? -Oh, good morning, - said the unfamiliar woman wearing a white coat and stethoscope. -You -(TM)re all here a little earlier than I expected. I -(TM)m Dr. Julie Montgomery. But you can just call me Dr. Julie. - She seemed to be a very friendly, youngish doctor. Maybe in her mid-thirties. A lovely woman with perfect manners and an enchanting smile. -Tony, - she said, referring to the camp director, -asked me to come down here and assist with today -(TM)s physicals. I figured we -(TM)d start with the girls and then finish with the boys. This shouldn -(TM)t take too long. If everyone would just follow me into the tent. - What the hell was happening? thought the girls. Where did this Dr. Julie come from? But at this point, they really had no choice but to go along with Dr. Julie. After all, what were the girls going to say? -Excuse me, Dr. Julie. But we -(TM)ll do this without you. We want to have these naked boys to ourselves! - Clearly, that was not an option! So they just walked into the tent in total shock. The boys, on the other hand, seemed to have no idea that anything was peculiar. They were fully prepared for their physicals. It was just going to be a few hours earlier than scheduled. Dr. Julie addressed the campers. -Tony didn -(TM)t give me many instructions in advance. He said everything would be clearly laid out at the medical tent. - Dr. Julie looked around, and then picked up a clipboard off one of the tables; a clipboard with the phony instructions concocted by the girls. -Ah, here we go. - She quickly skimmed the instructions and then looked back at the campers. Okay. Boys, if you could divide into groups of four and then find your way to the chairs behind each of the four tables. - With that, the girls froze in horror. Had Dr. Julie actually said that they were going to do the girls -(TM) physicals first and then the boys -(TM)? And was Dr. Julie really going to follow these horrid instructions that the girls had written for the sole and express purpose of inflicting maximum humiliation and embarrassment? Kennedy -(TM)s heart was racing -- along with the hearts of each of the girls in the room. But to protest would mean to admit their guilt. And they couldn -(TM)t do that. The consequences would be far too severe. So they just waited, trembling in fear of what Dr. Julie might say next. -I apologize to all of you, - Dr. Julie said, -but there -(TM)s just one of me and so many of you. So boys, I -(TM)ll need you to help do some paperwork during the girls -(TM) physicals, and then girls, you can help do the paperwork for the boys. It -(TM)s the only way we -(TM)ll get through this quickly. Sound good? - The boys had no objection. Frankly, they were pretty oblivious and really had no indication anything was unusual. And the girls were simply too stunned to make a sound. They were literally speechless. Then Lacy spoke up. -Dr. Julie, - Lacy offered timidly, -is it appropriate for these boys to be in here while we -(TM)re getting examined? - Dr. Julie looked at Lacy. -Oh, now, you can -(TM)t fool me. I know what goes on at camp. Spying on each other in the showers and playing truth or dare. I was a camper here myself, although it was longer ago than I care to admit! - Dr. Julie chuckled at her own joke. Then she continued, -In any case, there -(TM)s no need for false modesty. If we can all get through this together, everything will go much faster for everyone, and you can all go on to your next activity. - Lacy wanted to continue arguing, but Dr. Julie was just so friendly and matter-of-fact about everything. So Lacy stood there in shock, just waiting with the rest of the girls. Dr. Julie, clipboard in hand, began reading the instructions to the girls. -Alright girls. - Dr. Julie kind of cocked her head and looked strangely at the clipboard. -These instructions seem odd, but Tony was pretty clear to me that he wants me to conduct the physicals exactly as laid out here. It says, girls, that you need to strip down to your underwear, leaving your clothes on the table marked -personal items. - Well that did the trick. The boys had been paying absolutely no attention -"until that moment. Did they actually hear right? Did they just hear Dr. Julie instruct every one of those girls to strip down to their bra and panties right in front of them? Well this was their lucky day! Sure, they had gotten glimpses in the shower -- and through the cabin window -- and at the lake. But here? In broad daylight. You had never seen a more excited group of boys. On the other hand, the girls simply could not grasp what was happening to them. In some horrible, ironic nightmare, this perfectly lovely doctor was ever so politely instructing them to strip right in front of the boys of Cabin 12. The girls looked at each other, hesitating. Hoping someone would save them. But no such luck. There was no help coming. Dr. Julie prompted them again, and one by one, they slowly started to take off their shoes and socks. Then their camp shirts. And finally their shorts. They piled their clothes up on the table marked -personal items, - just as Dr. Julie had asked them. With the girls in a huddled, nearly naked cluster, Dr. Julie continued to read from the instructions. -Alright girls. If you would please count off and form groups of four girls each. Group one can go to the height station, group two to the weight station, group three to the heart rate station, and group four to the flexibility station. - Just hearing the words made the girls shudder. Heart rate? Were they going to have to jump rope naked in front of those boys? The flexibility station? Were they going to have to arch their backs and stretch their hands over their heads? This had to be some sort of terrifying dream! But it wasn -(TM)t. It was actually happening. Not knowing how to protest or what to do, the girls, as if in a daze, simply followed instructions. Meanwhile, the boys were practically salivating, each of them only feet away from four girls clad in nothing but a skimpy bra and panties. With the girls grouped in front of their respective stations, Dr. Julie read the next line from the page on the clipboard. -Alright girls. Listen up. It says, -~When the campers arrive at their first station, they are to remove their undergarments and place them on the table at the station. Then they are to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, facing the table. -(TM) At this, the boys were stunned. Their jaws dropped to the floor and their camp shorts rose to the tables. There were no catcalls. No whistling. The boys knew better than that. Dr. Julie clearly wouldn -(TM)t be interested in that kind of disrespectful behavior. The boys knew to play it cool. And that -(TM)s exactly what they did. The girls on the other hand were completely frozen. How had the tables possibly turned so quickly? It was supposed to be the boys stripping for them! It was supposed to be the boys who would be embarrassed in front of them! The girls looked at each other. The boys looked at the girls. The girls looked at Dr. Julie. And Dr. Julie just looked back at the girls, waiting for them to comply with the instructions so she could get on with her day. The only saving grace for the girls at this point was at least when their turn was over, the boys would have to go through the same exact thing. Not at all what the girls had in mind, but at this point, it was the best they were going to get. As nice as Dr. Julie was, she knew they needed to be finished before lunch. And she was growing tired of the girls stalling. -Alright, girls, - Dr. Julie prodded. Go ahead and take off your undergarments and place them on the tables in front of you. - The boys offered the girls zero privacy, their eyes glued to every movement the girls made. Kennedy and Lacy were in the same group. They looked at each other, dumbfounded. How was their perfect plan possibly backfiring on them in such a horrific way? Resigned, they unclasped their bras and removed them, being careful not to expose themselves to the boys, even though they both were well aware it was inevitable. Covering their breasts with their right arms and holding their bras in their left hands, they awkwardly slid their panties off and over their legs and feet. Once they stepped out of their panties, they clumsily bent over, still attempting to protect their modesty as best as possible, took about three steps forward, and dutifully placed their undergarments on the table in front of the boys. This same scene played out across the room, with all 16 girls stripping naked, practically within arms reach of the 16 boys. Of course, in sharp contrast to the mortified looks on the girls -(TM) faces, the boys could barely contain their glee. Every one of their faces looked as if to say, -I am the luckiest guy on the planet right now! - Dr. Julie, again reading from the instructions, said, -Okay, girls. If you could please stand shoulder-to-shoulder facing the table at your station. - The girls arranged themselves into formation, still endeavoring to cover themselves. It was completely silent in that tent. Not a sound. The boys could scarcely move and the girls could scarcely believe it. Then, with the girls lined up in front of the boys, shoulder-to-shoulder, not a stitch of clothing on them, Dr. Julie looked at the instructions again. -That -(TM)s odd, - she said to herself out loud. Then she spoke to the group of girls. -The instructions here say that you need to have your hands at your sides. - The girls were fuming, but had no choice. Lacy and Kennedy really screwed us with this awful plan, thought the other 14 girls. Dr. Julie repeated, -Arms at your sides, girls. Please. - And with that, 16 sets of arms dropped to the girls -(TM) sides, fully revealing 16 sets of breasts and privates to an audience of most-appreciative boys. So there they were, snared by their own trap. Four groups of four girls, totally nude, hands at their sides, standing shoulder to shoulder, mere feet away from the cheerfully seated boys of Cabin 12. And to make matters worse, the girls knew exactly what was to follow -"and were helpless to prevent it. Dr. Julie announced that the boys at each table would now read their respective instructions for each station -- Part 5: The Stations Kennedy and Lacy found themselves starting at the height station, arguably the least demeaning of the four. Kennedy felt the full weight of the boys -(TM) eyes on her body, utterly bare from head to toe, as she stood at attention, arms obediently at her sides. Her blood boiling, she felt as if her skin was on fire under the boys -(TM) relentless observation as they scrutinized every vulnerable inch from a distance of no more than a few feet. She couldn -(TM)t help but look into their eyes as they blatantly desecrated her modesty -"not that any modesty could possibly remain. She glanced first at the boy on the far left. He couldn -(TM)t take his eyes off her nipples, now erect from the cold -"or the embarrassment. She couldn -(TM)t tell. Kennedy could see him examining every tiny little bump and freckle. Judging the size of her areolae. Imagining how it would feel to touch them. It gave her the shivers. The next boy was ogling her lower half, focused mostly on her athletic thighs and calves. She also noticed that he seemed to be staring at her feet and toes. Kennedy shocked herself for a moment when she found herself concerned that she hadn -(TM)t painted her toes recently. Really? she thought to herself. You -(TM)re worried that these boys are going to judge you for not having painted your toes? Get a grip, girl. The third boy was shamelessly concentrating on her privates, even being so brazen as to incessantly shift his body position in order to get the best possible view of her most secret places. Kennedy was not completely shaven, but she was pleasantly trimmed. So a view of the goods was not impossible. And this boy was eagerly giving it everything he had to take full advantage of the vista. And finally, Kennedy looked at the boy on the far right. Brandon. This was a nightmare. Kennedy and Brandon had a bit of a past. They attended the same school and had been on a couple of dates. But it didn -(TM)t work out. He was too arrogant and she was too much of a princess. After that, they were not really the best of buds, especially with each of them being the unofficial leader of their respective cabins. With the combination of their history and the current rivalry at camp, Kennedy was beyond humiliated to be standing naked in front of her nemesis. And although each one of the four naked girls was indeed quite pleasing to the eye in her own right, Brandon singled out Kennedy to be the sole recipient of his gaze, as he scanned his eyes over every inch of her while she stood motionless and bare to the world. To make matters worse for Kennedy (and all the other girls,) these boys were actually pretty cute. Active, athletic types. Kennedy had actually had a crush on at least two boys in the room (excluding Brandon), which made it all the more mortifying for her to be exposed like this. That said, the boys, on the other hand, found Kennedy to be pretentious and bossy. She would try to order them around (not that they would pay much attention to her) and they felt that because she was so pretty, she felt she could get away with anything. She was acutely aware of the boys -(TM) perceptions of her, and for that reason, she feared she would be singled out for a particularly torturous physical. Without overtly doing so, Brandon clearly was taking great joy in reading the instructions to the four girls. He recited them slowly. After all, why not draw out the moment? -It says here, and I quote, - he began to read the instructions exactly as Kennedy and Lacy had so cleverly written them. - -(TM)Campers are to approach the height rod one at a time, keeping their hands behind their backs at all times unless otherwise instructed. To ensure accuracy, two measurements are to be taken. First, the camper is to face the height rod. Then after the measurement is recorded, the camper is to face the opposite direction so a secondary measurement can be taken for comparison. If there is any discrepancy between the two measurements, the procedure must be repeated until two consecutive measurements match. -(TM) - Kennedy felt a bubbling from within -"a ghastly fusion of shame, embarrassment, and anger. But anger at who? After all, she was the one who had written these instructions in the first place! How delightful it would have been to inflict this torture on Brandon and the other boys. But with her in the hot seat, she was very much regretting the entire escapade. -Kennedy, let -(TM)s start with you, - Brandon said. -Just like it says in the instructions, if you could please put your hands behind your back and step up to the height rod. - Kennedy glared at him, and Brandon grinned back at her. -Whenever you -(TM)re ready, - he said, all smiles. Kennedy, not taking her eyes off Brandon, placed her hands behind her back and walked up to the height rod. Two of the boys came out from behind the table (unashamedly not even attempting to shield their arousal), and adjusted the top of the height rod so it was just atop Kennedy -(TM)s beautiful hair. -Five-foot-two and nine-sixteenths, - announced one of the boys. Brandon took up his pen and started to write. -Can you repeat that, please? - -Sure, - replied the boy, grinning from ear to ear. -Five-foot-two and nine-sixteenths. - -Very good, - said Brandon. -Got it. Now, Kennedy, if you would be so kind as to turn around so we can get the second measurement for verification. - Kennedy was smoldering on the inside, having to be the recipient of her own degrading torture. Hands still firmly behind her back, she turned around. Brandon quickly realized that with Kennedy -(TM)s hands behind her back, his view of her perfectly round and shapely behind was partially obstructed. He spoke kindly, -Kennedy, if you wouldn -(TM)t mind extending your arms out to your sides, please. It will make it easier for us to get the measurement. - -Are you kidding me? - Brandon walked around from behind the table and approached Kennedy. -Well, as it says in the instructions, campers are to keep -~their hands behind their backs at all times unless otherwise instructed. -(TM) Do you see where it says, -~unless otherwise instructed? -(TM) - Kennedy fumed, but had no choice but to comply with Brandon -(TM)s interpretation of the instructions. She did as she was told and extended her arms fully out to her sides, revealing her marvelous behind for all to appreciate. Brandon then returned to his chair behind the table. After a bit too long (and a fair amount of intentional bumbling around while adjusting the height rod), the second measurement was announced. -Five-foot-two and one-half. - -Hmm, - mused Brandon. -That -(TM)s not quite the same. - -Come on, man! It -(TM)s just one-sixteenth of an inch off! - Kennedy declared. Once again, Brandon walked around from behind the table, stepped right up to Kennedy, not more than five inches from her absolute nakedness, and said, -But you see, Kennedy, the instructions are quite unambiguous. They clearly state, -~If there is any discrepancy between the two measurements, the procedure must be repeated until two consecutive measurements match. -(TM) - Brandon showed her the instructions. Do you see that word? -~Any? -(TM) - He walked back to take his place behind the table. -Alright, boys. Make Kennedy turn around and then take another measurement! - Brandon and his buddies must have made Kennedy turn around and around in front of that height rod a dozen times, arms elevated and outstretched for the duration, until they achieved two consecutive matching numbers. Finally, Brandon dutifully noted the conclusive measurement on the document. -Thank you, Kennedy, - he said, so politely. -You can go take your place back in line. - And so it went. For each of the girls at each of the stations. The instructions that Lacy and Kennedy had so carefully and maliciously written with the goal of exacting utmost shame on the boys were now being used against them with even greater cunning and viciousness than the girls had ever dreamed. Brandon decided, in order to maximize Kennedy -(TM)s humiliation, that he would follow her through all four stations, switching out with another boy each time the girls would rotate. At the weight station, he insisted that Kennedy not only keep her hands over her head as she stepped on the scale (as was required in the instructions), but he also interpreted that to mean that she needed to keep her hands on her head while the other girls were being weighed as well. He couldn -(TM)t get enough of seeing Kennedy degraded like this. And as an added bonus, he was very much enjoying the view of her smooth, shapely body. The bulge in his pants was clearly noticeable (as was the case for all the boys), but the boys were far too busy enjoying the show to care. And the girls were dealing with their own embarrassment. They were certainly in no position to mock the boys for being aroused. The heart rate station was next. Brandon delighted in taking Kennedy -(TM)s wrist in his hand to monitor her pulse. And then he was downright jubilant as he handed her the jump rope so they could measure her maximum heart rate. -Alright, Kennedy, - announced Brandon. -You can start jumping rope -- now! - And off she went. Jumping and jiggling. Her breasts bouncing in absolute perfection. Kennedy could not accept the reality of the situation. She had to close her eyes. She could no longer tolerate the stares from Brandon and the others. She kept thinking, I cannot believe these boys are mentally undressing me. And then she would feel a sudden sinking feeling in her gut when she remembered they didn -(TM)t have to. Meanwhile, as she continued to jump rope, Brandon walked around to get a good look at her lively backside, so brisk and peppy as it bounded in time with the rhythm of the rope. Her thighs, her hair, her cheeks, her calves, her belly. It all worked together so flawlessly, like a finely oiled machine, as she jumped her rope. Then after exactly one minute (as per the written instructions), Brandon instructed Kennedy to stop, and he took her pulse once again. There was just a tiny hint of sweat starting to bead on the upper part of Kennedy -(TM)s perfect C-cup breasts. Brandon said nothing, but studied the moisture carefully. It looked absolutely remarkable. And finally to the flexibility station. Lacy and Kennedy had devised some absolutely ridiculous positions for the boys to hold. They never dreamed they would be on the receiving end. Kennedy was made to step onto a two-foot by two-foot step, about eight inches high. It was like a little stage. Following the written instructions to the letter, Brandon ordered Kennedy to perform back bends; squats; jumping jacks; touch her toes; arch her back and stretch her arms. There must have been a dozen positions. And for each one, just as called for in the written instructions, she was required to assume the position and attempt to hold for 30 seconds. By the end, Kennedy, Lacy, and all the girls were spent, physically and emotionally. With the girls -(TM) physical now nearing completion, at least the girls were looking forward to literally turning the tables. In just moments, Dr. Julie would have the girls in the driver -(TM)s seat, allowing them to humiliate the boys to their hearts -(TM) content. They were eagerly anticipating the giggling at the penises. The laughing and pointing at erections. Yes, it would still be delicious, even if the girls had had to endure it first. And each of the girls was independently plotting ways to make the boys -(TM) experience even more horrific than their own -- Part 6: Getting Ready for the Boys -(TM) Physical Dr. Julie called for everyone -(TM)s attention. -All of you, thank you so much for following all the instructions so well and making this process as efficient as possible. - Dr. Julie looked at the boys and addressed them. -Boys, before we switch to your physical, let -(TM)s let the girls get dressed. - Then she addressed the girls. -Girls, the boys and I will step outside the tent for a moment while you get your clothes back on. I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)d appreciate a little privacy. - And with that, Dr. Julie ordered the boys to form a single-file line and exit the tent. You could see the disappointment in some of the boys -(TM) eyes. They had clearly hoped the girls -(TM) exam would go on forever. But all good things must come to an end. Dr. Julie ushered the boys out of the tent and instructed them, -Alright boys. Wait here. I -(TM)ll call you back in as soon as the girls are dressed and ready. Then we can move on to your physicals. - With the boys all outside the tent, Dr. Julie called back over to the girls. -You can go ahead and get dressed now. Just holler when you -(TM)re ready for me and the boys to come back in. - And with that, Dr. Julie walked out of the tent. The girls were feeling a double sense of relief and joy. First, they were elated that their humiliating ordeal had come to a conclusion and they could finally get dressed. And second, they couldn -(TM)t wait to get payback on the boys during their physical! They walked back over to the tables at the various stations to collect their undergarments. Holy shit! Where were their bras and panties? They looked on the tables. Under the tables. Next to the tables. Nothing! Panicked, they ran over to the table that they had so carefully and convincingly labeled -personal items - just the night before. But where were their clothes? Nothing! Nowhere! The table was completely bare. Well, actually, not quite completely bare. For sitting there in the center of the table was a single cell phone. Kennedy angrily seized it, as if it would provide some clue as to what was going on. There was a long silence. And then the phone rang. All the girls jumped a bit; Kennedy most of all. They were clearly on edge. Kennedy swiped the phone to answer it. There was silence for a moment. And then a voice from the phone started booming from loud speakers that had been set up in the tent. Hello, girls. It was Brandon -(TM)s voice ringing out, echoing through the space. This is your buddy, Brandon, along with the boys of Cabin 12. Kennedy and the girls started shouting back at Brandon through the phone. -Where are our clothes? - -What -(TM)s going on? - -You asshole! - But the voice simply continued. You -(TM)ll have to excuse me, but I can -(TM)t hear you. This is just a prerecorded message. There -(TM)s nobody on the other end of the line. So there -(TM)s no point talking. I suggest you simply listen. The girls, every one of them still completely naked, quieted down and were attentively listening to the larger-than-life voice reverberating off the canvas walls of the bogus medical tent. The boys and I feel just awful telling you this, but there has been a terrible mix up. The physical you just endured was a fake. And who was this Dr. Julie Montgomery? Well, her name -(TM)s not Julie. And she -(TM)s sure as hell not a doctor, if that -(TM)s what you -(TM)re wondering. She -(TM)s actually my cousin, always happy to help her family with whatever they need. In other words -- You. Got. Owned. We boys are so sorry if we embarrassed you! But if it makes you feel any better, we had a great time. Once again, for the umpteenth time that day, the girls were stunned. Kennedy was livid, her searing rage apparent to everyone in the tent. The nerve of those boys, thought Kennedy. Stealing, almost verbatim, the letter that Lacy and I were planning to leave with them when they were stranded and naked in the tent. How dare they! Brandon -(TM)s smug voice continued: Oh, and as you -(TM)ve probably already noticed. Your clothes are gone; yes, bras and panties too. So sorry, but we have taken them. (How terribly mischievous of us. Oh well. Boys will be boys!) And don -(TM)t bother looking for any towels. There aren -(TM)t any. And we -(TM)ve taken all the paper, clipboards, tarps, and anything else you could possibly use to cover yourselves. In other words, there -(TM)s absolutely nothing here for you. So have fun! Also, there -(TM)s no point in returning to Cabin 19 to get more clothes. Because remember when we locked you out of your cabin last week? Well, we -(TM)ve done it again. But don -(TM)t worry. We -(TM)re not all that cruel. You can easily get your clothes back. In fact, we -(TM)ll tell you exactly where they are. We -(TM)ve so thoughtfully left them underneath the benches surrounding the firepit at the boys -(TM) camp. If you leave now, maybe you can arrive there before the boys -(TM) lunchtime assembly. But you -(TM)d better hurry. My understanding is there -(TM)s an all-boys-mandatory council meeting starting in just a few minutes. Oh, and one other thing. I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ve got revenge on the brain. But if I were you, I wouldn -(TM)t bother. We -(TM)ve already beaten you way too many times. At the shower. At the cabin window. At the lake. And today, here at the medical tent. But the important thing is that we -(TM)ve all learned something very important over the past few days. Have you picked up on the lesson yet? If not, I -(TM)ll tell you: Girls. Never. Win. And hey, just a friendly reminder: Don -(TM)t be late to your physical today at 2:00. Click. The line went dead. The room was silent. Kennedy stared at the phone in her hand. Then suddenly and violently, she smashed it on the floor. -We don -(TM)t care what they say, - Kennedy said to the other girls. -We -(TM)ll get our revenge on them. Right? - But as Kennedy scanned the faces of the other girls, they didn -(TM)t seem so interested in getting revenge on the boys. No. From the looks in their eyes, Kennedy quickly deduced that the girls were holding her (and Lacy, to a lesser extent) directly responsible for all that had transpired. The girls were all still completely naked, but nobody seemed to care anymore. The other 14 girls started walking, ever so slowly, toward Kennedy and Lacy. One of the girls said, -Kennedy. Lacy. We -(TM)ve got a few things to discuss with the two of you. - Kennedy and Lacy had nowhere to hide.