Accept the camping trip

Anxiety pills or a camping trip? Well that's an easy choice... of course you are NOT going to take any stupid ****. The last thing you need right now is to lose full control over yourself. The thought alone was already enough to make your anxiety even worse...

"Camping. For sure."

Gwen nods in excitement, apparently she had hoped that this would be your answer! "Awesome! Wanna know something even better? I KNEW this would be your response! Bags are packed, you just need to get dressed!" She really thinks of everything! It was still an upsetting situation to be in, but at least you get to do something you are familiar with...

You're not sure what Gwen and father are up to while you switch into some more casual, comfortable clothing but by the time you're good to go, so are they. As an extra precaution, you quickly prepare a bottle of tea and some sandwiches and wrap 'em up before joining everyone else outside the house. It's slowly starting to get dark already even though the day had just begun, and it was pretty darn cold, but that's the price you gotta pay to have any hope for a white Christmas! At this rate, you will at least have a chance to celebrate in your real body, not this girly letdown.

The car ride itself was pretty uneventful, there were a few snow flakes falling but not nearly enough for it to last. It was however an unwanted reminder that going for a camping trip right now wasn't the best idea. After all, isn't camping a whole lot more fun when it's warm and sunny? On the other hand, this is going to give you a VERY good excuse to get a campfire started and to roast some marshmallows! Maybe share some stories too, or grill a few shrimps? Each additional idea causes your smile to widen just a tad further... ! To pass the time, you keep on taking sips of your freshly brewed, hot tea. It was a treat! Life's kinda awesome when you allow it to be.

As usual, the camping spot is in a remote location far outside the city limits, along a narrow path through dense forest. Your dad drives on until the clearing opens up a little to reveal a large lake -- your destination. After parking in the middle of the rocky road, the three of you get started setting up the tent as well as a campfire to serve as source of light and heat. Everything is set up just in time to roast steaks on wooden sticks over open fire -- you know, like a REAL man. Much like in the good ole' times, Gwen, you and your father sit gathered around the fire with half a wooden log to serve as makeshift seat for each one of you. It's a shame you can't just confess to him that you're his son, it would make the situation less weird. Unfortunately it would make the situation just more strange if he'd think you are insane rather than bewitched. Since your tea was getting cold, you also finish drinking that one.

To get a short reprieve from the situation, you set out to collect some additional firewood. There was just enough natural light for you to still find your way around, and spot a few dry branches here and there that would burn amazingly! You get back just in time to fuel the fire and finish searing your steak. It was hard earned, so of course it tasted divine! Juicy, flavourful, meaty. It raised your spirits right back up, and for a second you even forgot that you were still stuck in a body you didn't ask for. That is, until a stinging pain in your loins coaxed a sharp gasp out of you! Ovulation pain. What the hell, body. There's a brief lingering tingle somewhere just underneath your bellybutton, reminding you of the way your ovaries were happily doing their own thing regardless of how little you cared for any of it. Being a girl is messed up. Why would that stupid womb even prepare to be fertile when that's the last thing on your mind? Seriously. Girls should be able to control that stuff with their minds, like an 'on and off' switch, easily switching between sterile and baby-makin' mode.

At least neither Gwen nor your dad noticed your short moment of distraction, and you happily continued eating as if nothing happened. It's calming! It's reassuring. You do however face a new problem, a slightly more intimate one. You have to pee. Which usually wouldn't be much of a problem, but you no longer have a simple aim-and-shoot appendage down there. And unlike what you had at home, the woods also don't really offer a proper place to sit down and let business take care of itself by waiting until it just... dribbles out. You're just about to try and approach Gwen about the issue when she stands up -- stretches -- and briefly glances back and forth between you and your father. "I'mma get some sleep, it's getting late. Join me soon Sarah, 'kay?" With that, she casually escaped into the warm comforts of the tent. Always sweet and caring, sis... but now that she left, you're left to take care of the problem yourself. Come on, it can't be that difficult!

"Excuse me for a moment." Getting up, you walk off into the darkness of the forest and find yourself a nice tree before squatting down and pulling your pants and underwear halfway down your thighs.
... okay, now what. With your thighs so close together, it felt impossible to relax enough. After all, if you were a guy, you'd now have your dick squashed between those thighs which would make it impossible to pee. All right! Relax! Come on! It takes at least another minute before you can convince your mind that you no longer have a dick and that it's okay to release your bladder. Something you didn't anticipate was that girls don't have one neat stream, it's literally more like a golden shower! The liquid sprays out of there in an uncontrolled fashion and without any cock to grasp and aim, you instinctively yelp and jump up! More of the stuff sprays all over your underwear and pants before you somehow manage to stop the flow again. Fuck! This! Suuucks!!

"What's going on over here? You okay, did you drop something?" Your dad approaches with a flashlight in hand, shining the light right at you. It doesn't take long for him to realize you just peed yourself, like a proper moron. You are the worst girl in the history of women. Your father's speechless expression reflected exactly those thoughts, too. It's a blessing that you only have to endure a few more hours of this stupidity. "I uhm... let me... help you I guess," he spoke while approaching you, half of your clothes still stuck around your ankles. He's stopping you in front of the tent, and retrieves a tissue from his pockets to wipe the insides of your legs clean before moving up to pat your crotch with the soft fabric. This is so INCREDIBLY awkward, thank fuck that this body will disappear entirely. Your dad seems to notice how uncomfortable you are. "Relax. I've been married for thirty years and I dare say that I've seen it all. Accidents happen." Upon seeing that it wasn't making you feel any better, he was quick to add more. "You don't need to be shy about your pussy either. Half the population of the planet has one, it's nothing special. At all." It's only when he began drying your slit itself that he noticed how slightly red your labia was -- a byproduct of your ovulation! Crap! "Lil' bit turned on suddenly, are we?" he teased you while flicking one of his fat fingers against your puffy pussy lips, making them jiggle. That was TOTALLY not ok! Boundaries, man.

"Nope! Definitely not!" You cross your arms in front of your chest before glancing down at your soiled clothes together with him.

"Whatever, I'll take care of those. Go ahead and join Gwen." Without waiting for your answer, he pulled your damp clothes off your legs and feet and placed them near the dying campfire. He seemed a tad annoyed, either because he assumed you were playing games, or because of how protective you are of your womanhood. Either way, you follow his advice while he remained outside to secure the car and anything else of importance. Inside the small tent it was difficult to see, but you could hear Gwen already quietly snoring. Unladylike behaviour must be part of the family...

You lie down next to your sleeping sister and close your eyes... but hear the tent opening just as you're about to fall asleep. A gentle finger pokes your side, drawing your attention to the shadowy figure of your father. "Still awake?" -- "Still awake..." you reply grumpily.

He zips the tent back up and to your surprise, begins stripping! His shirt goes first and he looks back at you while taking off his pants. "What? I always sleep naked." Now that he mentions it, that's true... you never even gave it a second thought back when you were also a guy. "So you're still a virgin, huh?" Does he seriously intend to have a chat now instead of letting you sleep?

"Yup." His gaze wandered down to your crotch, as if to investigate the little treasure you were keeping hidden for no apparent reason. You do however slap his hand away after he began pushing your legs apart and causing your labia to open just enough to reveal the pink fleshy opening of your cunt.

"Oh relax," he scolds you with a low chuckle, both of you keeping your voices down just enough to avoid waking up Gwen. "It's just a vagina. You seem a bit... shy? Lacking confidence? Men aren't THAT different, ya know." He simply moved his hand back to your crotch and slid his index finger up and down along the cleft of your twat, creating a slippery noise that reminded you of the ovulating state of your vag. Whatever you do, you have to avoid anything sexual

"Stop that," you demand with a more firm tone, and he immediately obliges and simply keeps his finger between the soft lips. "Sure, sure. We are not going to do anything you don't wanna do. It's all up to you. I'm just trying to help you out a little," he explains while taking your small hand and guiding it down... down to his semi-erect appendage! You quickly consider pulling away, but you have to pretend being a naive girl. You can just play along with his stupid game until he can feel better about himself, as if he truly taught you anything.

He lowers your hand onto his shaft, and it was warm to the touch. Contrasting with the low temperatures outside -- his entire body was a whole lot warmer than the cold outside the tent. His fingers help yours to wrap around the chubby girth of his adult-cock. If anything, it gave you a good chance to keep it far away from your vagina. At the same time, his other hand was getting busy with your crotch again... his rough finger rubbed a few more times up and down your slit before simply pushing inwards, and disappearing into the warm fertile grip of your cunt. "H-hey!" You hiss back at him as if to remind him of his words. Immediately after, you glance back over to your sister to ensure that you hadn't woken her up by accident. You're safe, for now anyway.

His finger stops in place as soon as you opened your mouth. At the same time, you can feel his dick slowly coming to life -- growing and stiffening against your hand now that he had a finger inside your snatch and had a better idea of how warm and comfy your cunt's grip is. He chuckles teasingly at your intense reaction. "Relax, we are just fooling around. Like I said, I've got no plans to do anything you don't agree with. That said, how experienced are you anyway?"

Oh man, now that's a tough question... should you tell him that you've watched porn and know the basic idea, or go all-out and say you're an innocent virgin to make absolutely sure he knows you've got no idea what you are doing and that he should just stop trying and leave you alone? It was difficult to judge the situation, and tough to think clearly while you could feel your pink insides wrapped around the tip of his finger...