Brittany
By The Collector
Summer Camp – Jason Learns A New Lesson About Girls or Sugar and Spice and…Muscles?


Copyright 2000 The Collector
I wish summer camp had been like this.  Send comments to 
ChuckSt35@aol.com

Dear Mom and Dad,

Camp is fun.  I’ve already made lots of friends and I’m doing a 
lot of fun stuff.  I get to go swimming everyday too!
There are all boys at our camp, but there’s another camp across 
the lake that’s all girls.  The counselors said we had to have a 
picnic with the girls the other day.  I didn’t think I’d like it 
since I didn’t like girls, and I don’t know what happened, ‘cause 
I sure like girls now.
When we had our picnic, we played lots of games and stuff, and I 
thought it was going to be fun, but at first it wasn’t.  We played 
softball, and had races, and climbed trees, and played volleyball, 
but the girls always won!  They’re the same age we are, even 
though most of them are smaller than us, but they beat us at 
everything!  We didn’t like it either and started getting mad at 
them.  Then they started making fun of us and telling us how they 
were stronger than us.  One of the boys in our camp, he’s a bully, 
he went after one of 
the girls who was making fun of us and said he was going to beat 
her up.
Well, he made a big mistake.  He was a lot bigger than she was and 
he tried to hit her.  Anyway, when he tried to hit her, she 
grabbed his arm and twisted it till he yelled ‘uncle’, then she 
threw him to the ground and wrestled him.  She was smaller than he 
was too…a lot smaller…but he looked really weak compared to her.  
None of us boys could beat him, so she must be really strong.  
We had a tug of war later, the boys against the girls.  There was 
eight of us on each side and when we were ready to go, we started 
pulling on the rope with both our hands...and the girls were only 
using one hand!  But they still creamed us like it was nothin’.  
Then they started making fun of us again.  It made all of us sad 
and some of the boys even started crying.  It was even worse 
because all the girls were so pretty…prettier than all the girls 
at my school.
I don’t think the girls like that the some of the boys crying 
‘cause it made them feel bad that they hurt our feelings. Their 
counselor made them apologize to us for bragging so much.  I was 
sitting under a tree by myself.  I wasn’t crying, but I almost 
did.  I just felt bad ‘cause none of us could beat the girls at 
anything.  
They were stronger than all of us boys and we didn’t understand 
it.  Girls aren’t supposed to be stronger than us.  It was like 
one of them was stronger than two or three of us put together.  We 
didn’t even know anybody that was as strong as they were.  It just 
doesn’t seem fair.
While I was sitting under the tree, one of the girls came over and 
sat down beside me.  She was really pretty too.  She was a little 
shorter than me, and has red hair in a ponytail.  I think it was 
the first time I noticed how pretty girls are.  They look really 
pretty when they wear cutoffs and tennis shoes, like Brittany was.  
And a T-shirt with their camp name on it.  And I guess I never 
noticed it before, but when she sat down beside me, I know it 
sounds dumb, but I thought her legs were pretty too.  It made me 
feel funny, but I liked it.
“Hi…I’m Brittany,” she said.
“Hi…I’m Jason…are you gonna make fun of me too?”
“No…we’re sorry…really…we didn’t mean to make you feel so bad.”
“Well…it’s not fair.  Girls aren’t supposed to stronger than 
boys.”
“Don’t be mad at me.  I can’t help it…I’ve always been like 
this…all of us have.  Besides, we weren’t trying to 
be mean.  We just got carried away.  It was the first time we ever 
did that.  Our parents always tell us not to let boys know how 
strong we are, and we just wanted to show off since we never ever 
get to.”
“Yea but…you’re all like that.  You’re all stronger than all of 
us.”
“I know…but only strong girls can go to this camp.  My parents 
wanted me to be with girls like me, so they sent me here.  That’s 
why the other girls are here too.”
“Wow…no wonder.  But I’m not a weakling like you said…I’m pretty 
strong.  I’m stronger than most of the guys at school.  Wanna see 
my muscle?”
“No…you don’t have to…I believe you.” she said.
But I wanted to show her I wasn’t lying.  I raised my arm and 
showed her.  It was bigger than most of the guys at school, but 
she almost laughed…I could tell she was trying not to.
“Go ahead and touch it…it’s really hard.” I said.  She put her 
hand on it and squeezed it…it almost hurt when she did it.  I 
could tell her hands were even strong.
“See?  Told you I had good muscles.” I said.
“I know…they’re OK for a boy…I mean…”
“Huh?  Whaddya mean?  Girls don’t have muscles.  You might be 
stronger, but I’ve got better muscles.”  I think I made her mad or 
something.
“No you don’t…I’m stronger…and I have bigger muscles than you…all 
of us girls do.”
“No way…I’ve never seen a girl with muscles before…ever.  Girls 
aren’t supposed to have muscles.”
“Well I do…and they’re bigger than yours.”  I thought she was 
getting mad at me and I was getting a little afraid of her.  I’ve 
never been afraid of a girl before, but I know she’s a lot 
stronger than me, so I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to 
get hurt, especially by a girl.  If she bopped me or somethin’, I 
couldn’t do nothing, since she’s a girl and all.
“I’m sorry Brittany…I believe you” I said, even though I didn’t.  
That seemed to calm her down…I don’t think she was mad anymore.
“That’s OK...nobody believes me anyway till I show them.  
Everybody thinks just ‘cause I’m a girl, I can’t have bigger 
muscles than they do…especially the older boys.”
“Huh?  What do you mean?”
“It’s nothing.  One of my brothers friends, he’s 18, was showing 
off one day.  Him and my brother lift weights together.  He’s 
really obnoxious too.  He knows how strong I am and one day he was 
bragging to his girlfriend how big his muscles were.  Anyway, he 
always calls me pipsqueak.  I told my brother that if he did it 
again, I was going to beat him up.  But he made me promise not 
to…and I always keep my promises.  So this was my chance to get 
even.”
“I told him he had pipsqueak muscles…and that made him really mad.  
His girlfriend even laughed at him.  
Then I told him my muscles were bigger than his.  He told me to 
prove it…so I did.  And they were a lot bigger than his.  He was 
embarrassed, and his girlfriend even laughed at him.  So he’s 
still mad at me, but I don’t care.”
“Wow…your muscles are bigger than a 18 year olds?  But you’re a 
girl.”
“I know I’m a girl…but I’m really strong…and I have big 
muscles...I guess you’re supposed to anyway if you’re as strong as 
me.”
“Brittany, are they really big?  I mean…are they really bigger 
than mine?  You weren’t lyin’?”
“They really are…I can show you…if you want me to I mean.”
“Yea…sure…I’ve never seen a girl with muscles before.”
“OK” she said.  She got up on her knees and faced me, like she 
really wanted to show off or something.  
And it made me feel good that she wanted to show me.
I was really confused for a minute too.  I always thought girls 
were supposed to be soft and stuff…and us guys were supposed to be 
stronger and tougher.  And I looked at Brittany…and she looked 
really pretty…and it felt kinda funny knowing how strong she was.  
But I kinda liked it.  It felt good…and I think I liked her a lot 
more.  But the funny thing was…I wanted to see her muscles…really 
really bad.  And when she looked down at me and smiled…she has a 
really pretty smile…I felt even funnier…I didn’t know what was 
happening to me…but I liked it.  And you won’t believe what 
happened next.
She raised both her arms up…like guys do when they wanna show off 
their muscles…and she bent her arms…and her muscles started 
growing!  She was smiling at me the whole time…but I was watching 
her muscles.  They just kept getting bigger and bigger when she 
bent her arms…they wouldn’t stop!  It was like she was gettin’ 
stronger and stronger!  For a minute, I was scared of her.  I’d 
never seen a girl’s muscles before.  But then I wasn’t scared 
anymore…I started liking them…a whole lot!She let me touch 
them…and they were hard as a baseball, only bigger…so I knew then 
she had to be super strong.  I was a little bit jealous…but I 
think I like her being a lot stronger than me.  But when I touched 
her muscles…and saw her smiling at me…I don’t know what happened, 
but it sure felt good.
Anyway, we’re goin’ steady now.  But it sure is hard goin’ steady.  
I can’t ever win an argument.  Whenever we argue, if I start 
winning, she just rolls up her sleeve and looks at me and smiles 
like she’s gonna bop me or something if I don’t let her win.  That 
means I better give in…or else!   And I know she can do whatever 
she wants to.  
We wrestled once the same day we met…and I was trying really 
hard…but she creamed me really bad.  
She was even laughing at me at how hard I was tryin’ and couldn’t 
do nothing!  But I didn’t mind…it was 
kinda fun losing to her.  And then we arm wrestled and she let me 
use both hands…and she’s so strong, I couldn’t even move her arm!  
She just smiled at me the whole time like it was nothin’ for her.  
I never liked to lose before, especially to a girl, but it seemed 
different losing to a girl as strong and pretty as Brittany.
Strong girls sure are strange.  Brittany likes it when I tell her 
how strong she is, and how pretty she is.  She likes it when I 
tell her she’s the strongest and prettiest girl at camp.  And she 
really likes it when I tell her I think her muscles are pretty.  
At first I thought it was weird, but now I think it’s fun and we 
both like it a lot.
But we’ve only got four more weeks of camp left, so I don’t know 
if we’ll go steady after that.  But if I still like girls when I 
get back to school, I’m gonna find the strongest and prettiest 
girl I can find and hope she has muscles like Brittany.
Your son,

Jason

PS Dad, do you think it would be OK if I tried to kiss Brittany?