She is kind

"Its okay Donna! I'm glad you came to speak to me." Cindy responded. "I can call you Donna, right?"

"Ah, sure" you answered, somewhat shocked by the thought that you might actually avoid punishment. After all, you were admitting to being a boy pretending to be a girl at an all-girls summer camp. You weren't expecting to get off easy.

"I can promise you everything is going to be fine. Actually Sylvia and Candy already told me everything, and I have to say I'm actually flattered". Your smile evaporated and a confused expression crossed your face as you processed what she was saying. Flattered? They told her everything? Huh?

"Every summer there are at least a half-dozen girls who throw themselves at me, but this is the first time I've had a boy offer himself to me". As she spoke Cindy turned you so that you were facing away from her your, feet now hanging off the foot of the bed. She scooted up behind you and put both hands on your shoulders, beginning to massage them.

"O-Offer...my-myself?" you stammered.

"And to go to so much trouble as to change your appearance for my benefit. I am very particular about which campers I let get close to me, but none has ever gone this far for me". Cindy sighed "Its quite romantic actually..."

"But...but..."

"Shhh Donna. Its ok, I'm not going to reject you. I think you look just perfect in fact. You must have gotten a lot of the older counselors to spill their beans in order to figure out what my type was, huh?"

"Of course there is one group of girls that I prefer above all others. I'm sure any of the other counselors could have told you about that."

Part of your brain is telling you to get up and bolt out the door, while another part is focused on Cindy's strong hands as they work your bare shoulders. Your pulse is racing but you feel yourself melting at her touch.

"Wh-what group?" you ask.