Bodybuilding Summer Camp
by Femgrowth
A young girl writes to her parents to tell them her experiences at a summer camp for girls who want to become bodybuilders.


Dear Mom and Dad,

Thank you thank you thank you for sending me to bodybuilding camp! I'm having
so much fun!

At first I was a bit nervous. I didn't know any of the other girls, and I
noticed that I was one of the skinniest ones there. Lots of the other girls
were there for the first time, too, but some of them had been lifting weights
already and they were bigger and stronger than I was. I was afraid I would get
laughed at and bullied like at school. I thought I was in for a terrible two
weeks.

But the camp counsellors made us all feel welcome right away. They divided us
into different cabins, based on our experience. The weaker ones (like me),
were put in Gazelle cabin. Those who already started training but who didn't
have much muscle were in a cabin called Wolverines, and the girls who already
had pretty muscular physiques were put in Tigress cabin.

I made a friend right away. Her name was Jane Lee, and she's 11 just like me.
She's a beginner too, so she was put in Gazelle cabin with me along with about
a dozen other girls. She's a cute Oriental girl with braces, and if anything
she looked even skinnier than me. We both felt kind of intimidated by the
bigger girls, so it was only natural that we became friends right away.

Our cabin counsellor is nice. Her name is Robyn and she is 17. I gasped when I
saw her. She's a pretty teenage girl with red hair and freckles, and she has a
fantastic body! She was wearing a halter top and tight shorts, and you should
have seen the muscles on her! She had ripped 8-pack abs, and her arm muscles
bulged whenever she moved them. Her legs were shapely and strong-looking.

Robyn is really really nice. She has a nice smile. She explained to us the
camp rules and the schedule of activities, and then asked whether we had any
questions. One girl timidly raised her hand, and asked Robyn how long she had
been bodybuilding. Robyn smiled and said she had been weight training since
she was 12. Five years! We all were impressed. We peppered her with questions:
how much could she lift, how big were her biceps, etc. She answered us
patiently and with in a friendly way.

Then one girl asked her what she looked like when she started bodybuilding,
and Robyn scanned the group with her eyes for a few seconds. Our eyes met, and
she stopped. She pointed at me. "Hi," she said to me. "What's your name?" I
looked down. "Becky," I saud. Robyn told the group, "When I first came here
five years ago I was weaker and skinnier than Becky here." I felt my face
flush with embarassment. I felt like I was being singled out. Robyn said,
"After a couple of weeks here, if you work hard I guarantee that you'll get
bigger, stronger, and more muscular. When you go back to school you'll be able
to beat most of the boys at armwrestling. Gym class will become your favorite
subject, and both boys and girls will be impressed when you flex your biceps."

She then blasted out her own biceps flex. Wow. Her biceps were softball- sized
hard mounds of muscle. They were split, and you could easily see her gat vein.
(I didn't even know what a gat vein was before I came here).

"In a few years," Robyn said, "all of you could look like this."

"Even me?" Jane asked. Jane flexed her arms, and no muscle bulged whatsoever.

"Even you," Robyn replied kindly. "And Becky. All of you. The program here is
excellent. You'll start seeing results sooner than you think. Now get your
gear and follow me to the cabin."

As we were lugging our gear to our cabins, one of the girls in Tigress cabin,
a muscular blonde, jeered at us. "Hey, lookit the skinny little shrimps! Maybe
they should call it "Worm cabin" instead of Gazelle! Hah!"

We continued walking, pretending we didn't hear. "Look at that skinny one
there, the one with glasses!" the blonde continued. I didn't look at her, but
I felt that she was pointing at me. "And her Chinese friend! I've seen more
muscle on a twig!"

Robyn stepped towards her. "Be quiet, Cindy! When you came here two years ago
you were in Gazelle cabin just like them! Now I want you to apologize!"

Cindy wiped that smirk off her face. "Sorry," she mumbled. Then she went
straight to her cabin, easily lifting her heavy duffle bag.

Robyn walked with me and Jane. "Don't mind her," Robyn said. "Even when she
first came here a couple of years ago she had a bad attitude. She thought she
should be in Wolverine cabin because she had some muscles from gymnastics, and
she was mad that she got put in with Gazelles. Now she's 13, and she thinks
she's hot because she's one of the most muscular girls here. Don't pay any
attention to her."

Robyn saw that I was still a bit upset, so she put her arm around me. Somehow,
feeling that muscular arm on my shoulders made me feel a lot better. I started
to like Robyn right away, and I want to be big and strong like her some day.

We got to our cabin, and Jane and I shared a bunk bed. We did rock-paper-
scissors to see who would get the top bunk, and I won! We put our stuff away
and Robyn came by to give us our workout clothes. She gave me and Jane each a
huge t-shirt, and some stretchy bike shorts. The t-shirt looked nice. It had a
picture of a lady bodybuider doing a double biceps flex, with the words "Wendy
Armstrong's Summer Bodybuilding Camp for Girls Age 9- 14" on it. I thanked
Robyn, but I told her the t-shirt was too big for me. Did she have any smaller
ones? Robyn smiled. "You'll grow into this, trust me." She said. "Put it on,
we have an assembly coming up".

"Robyn ... " I began to blush.

"Yes?" she replied patiently.

"Do you really think that I could get a physique like yours when I grow up?"

Robyn looked into my eyes. "I know you can. But you need to work hard, and
REALLY want it. You have to want to get more and more muscular every day."

"Wow ... thanks, Robyn. Uh, Robyn, before you go ... can I feel your biceps?"

Robyn threw back her shoulder-length red hair and smiled. She lifted up her
arm without flexing hard. "Feel this!" she said. I put my hand on her bicep
and she flexed. I was blown away by the hard ball of muscle that formed under
my hand. I felt the split in it, the vein, everything. I felt really excited.
I could tell that Robyn liked it when people toouched her muscles. I could
tell that she really liked me, too.

"Now get ready," she said finally, "we've got to get going."

I put on the extra large t-shirt and bike shorts. The shorts fit my skinny
butt like a glove, at least. They ere very comfortable. Good thing they were
stretchy, if we had to do some movement. Jane got dressed too, and we looked
like twins, except for the fact that she was Oriental and taller (and prettier
too, I think, even with her braces). We made our way to the common field for
the assembly.

On the stage the camp supervisor was there, along with Robyn and the other
camp counsellors. The supervisor is none other than Wendy Armstrong, the
former Ms. Muscle World, Ms. United States, and Ms. Universal! Wow! She looks
even bigger and stronger in real life than she does on the internet and in the
magazines!

"Welcome to bodybuilding camp, girls," she began. "I started this camp ten
years ago after I retired from competitive bodybuilding, because I wanted to
give young girls the opportunity to begin a healthy lifestyle. Many girls your
age struggle with body image issues. When I was your age I was diagnosed with
anorexia nervosa. By the time I was 16 I was down to 60 pounds, at 5-foot
seven. I almost died. I discovered bodybuilding, and it saved my life.

"I want to give girls the chance to begin getting stronger at a younger age.
Not only stronger physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. Here you
will not only see your muscles grow and develop, but you will also develop
more discipline, more confidence, and you will form friendships that will last
a lifetime"

Ms. Armstrong continued her welcome message, and told us a bit what to expect.
As she was talking I looked around at all the girls. They were all dressed in
their identical t-shirts and shorts. Most of the t-shirts were too big for
them, even the muscular girls. Most of the girls were bigger than me, but
there were other girls from Gazelle cabin who were about my size. A few were
younger, maybe 9 or 10. Even the younger ones had a little bit of muscle, and
I guess that it was because of gymnastics. Then I saw Cindy, and she was
playing with her hair, flexing her biceps, looking at them bulge. She seemed
very proud of her body. Her t-shirt fit snugly over her muscular torso. I bet
she insisted on a tight t-shirt so she could show off her muscles. I hope I
get strong enough one day to teach her a lesson.

After Ms. Armstrong's speech, it was time for our first activity: lunch! That
was great, because I was starving. They set up some picnic tables full of
food, mostly fresh fruits and vegetables. I was surprised: no meat?! I thought
you needed protein to build muscle. Then Robyn came around with a tray of huge
cups, the size of a Big Gulp at 7-11. There must have been at least a dozen
cups on there, but Robyn is so strong she could handle it easily with one
hand. "This is your Power Shake," she announced. "Drink it every meal and
you'll get big and strong like me!" She gave a playful flex with her free arm.
I like Robyn. She has a nice attitude. I also like looking at her muscles. I
like to watch her biceps bulge. More than anything, I want to have biceps like
that some day.

I looked at the Power Shake. It had a yucky greenish color, and it tasted
kinda funny. "What's in this?" I asked Robyn. "Oh, vitamins, minerals, all
that good stuff," she answered. "It's good for your muscles. Drink it up!" I
drank it, and it wasn't so bad once you got used to it. Jane liked it. She
drank all hers up really quick.

The first thing I noticed after finishing my Power Shake is a tingly feeling
all over my body, like I was full of energy. It also increased my appetite. I
took a paper plate and filled it with fruits and vegetables, especially
spinach. I know you're shocked, Mom and Dad. You know I never eat veggies at
home, and I hate spinach most of all, but after drinking that Power Shake I
ate and ate like crazy!

I heard some girls complaining. "Ewwww ... I 'm not drinking that stuff!" said
Cindy. "What happened to the meat we had least year and the year before?" Ms.
Armstrong herself went up t o her. "This is part of the new program, Cindy.
The Power Shake is specially formulated to help young girls increase their
strength and muscularity. It contains all the protein, vitamins and minerals
your body needs, and it increases your appetite so that your body craves more
food to help it grow."

"Well I'm not drinking it," Cindy said with a pout. "It's gross."

Ms. Armstrong smiled. "Suit yourself," she said. "You're welcome to help
yourself to as much of the fruits and veggies as you like." Ms. Armstrong
walked away to talk privately with Cindy's counsellor.

Cindy left her Power Shake on the picnic table. Jane grabbed it. "Wanna share
it?" she asked me. "I can't drink it all by myself." She took a few sips.

"Jane," I said, "Do you think we should? It's Cindy's"

"She didn't touch it. And if it's good for your muscles, like Robyn said, I
want to drink it as much as I can!"

I still wasn't sure. "But we're just supposed to drink one each. What if
drinking too much of it makes you sick?"

Jane said, "Oh, don't worry so much. If it's going to help make me bigger and
stronger, I'm willing to take that chance." She handed me the half-full cup.
"Take it, before I change my mind and drink it all up!"

I took the cup from her and drained it. I felt that delicious sensation of
power again. Suddenly starving for more solid food, I went back to the picnic
table and ate more platefuls of veggies. The fruit was all gone, but Jane and
I ate up the rest of the spinach, cauliflower and broccoli. I finally felt
full.

Funny thing was, I felt as if I was stronger already. My body didn't look any
different, but I felt as if my weak little muscles were getting harder already
under my skin.

After lunch, it was time for our first training session. The camp has a huge
outdoor gym, with lots of benches, squat racks, machines and everything set up
over an acre or more. There were lots and lots of dumbbells and barbells.

Robyn was our instructor. Jane and I, along with a few other beginners,
listened as she explained the program. We were training chest and legs today.
She explained the exercises, the reps, the sets, everything. I'm glad Robyn
was teaching us. She took time to answer our questions. One girl asked the
question I was too embarrassed to ask: "Can't we train arms instead? I want to
get bigger biceps!" Robyn smiled and explained that it was important to start
with the larger muscle groups, and that we would train arms tomorrow.

Robyn explained to us the concept of "spotting', and asked us to split up in
groups of two. Naturally, Jane and I got together. We started at the squat
rack. Robyn asked us beginners to start with the empty bar, just so we could
get a feel for the exercise and work on our form. Jane started, and I spotted.
Jane went up and down quickly, and cranked out a dozen reps on her first set.
I watched, and I helped her put the bar back on the rack. Robyn came up to us.
"Good, good first try, Jane. Just remember to go a little slower. Feel the
burn. Now you try, Becky."

I felt a bit shy, because I was so much weaker than Robyn that I was afraid
she'd laugh at me. But no: she counted out my reps, and she gave me good
advice on my stance and my range of motion. She's great. She went on to help a
couple of other girls, and Jane and I did a few more sets. Even with the empty
barbell, I felt like my legs had turned to jelly by the time it was over.

Giving our legs a rest, the next station was the bench press. I got under the
empty barbell and cranked out a few reps. It was hard! Robyn came by and
offered some encouragement, but I still felt so weak. Jane had trouble, too.
But we tried our best and did a couple more sets. On my last one I pressed the
barbell six times! I was happy with that. Jane was doing better too. Maybe
that extra Power Shake we drank was making us stronger! :-)

We continued with our exercises. Leg extensions, Incline dumbbell presses, all
that. By the time it was over, we were exhausted!

Time for dinner! Again, we drank a cup of Power Shake. Again, we wolfed down
tons of veggies. Again, Jane and I shared Cindy's Power Shake, since she
refused to drink it.

We had free time before going to bed, but I was ao exhausted I just went to
the cabin to read. Jane was there too, and we talked for a while. She asked me
why I wanted to go to bodybuilding camp. I told her that I wanted to get
stronger so I wouldn't be bullied at school anymore. Ever since Grade 4 school
was hell for me, as you know. I get beaten almost everyday. My grades were
suffering. Gym class was the worst of all. I was so weak and skinny that all
the other kids made fun of me, and always picked me last when they were
forming teams. Then I saw an ad for Wendy Armstrong's Bodybuilding Camp for
Girls Age 9-14 in Girls' Digest magazine, and I asked my parents to go.

I told Jane that you, Mom, were worried about me getting too muscular, and
you, Dad, were concerned about the cost, but I want to let you know that it's
really great, and I really like it! I remember my promise: I'll clean up my
room and help out around the house. I won't mind the hard work: I'm going to
get so strong that it'll seem easy!

I asked Jane why she wanted to go to camp, and she looked like she wanted to
tell me something important, but it was time for lights out and she said that
she would tell me tomorrow ... maybe.

We woke up at the crack of dawn. Actually, it was seven a.m., but it felt
earlier. I could hardly get out of bed, I was aching all over. Robyn warned us
that our muscles would hurt after our first workout. It was natural, she said,
and it was a good sign. It meant that our muscles were growing.

I struggled to get up. I climbed down the ladder and got my t-shirt and shorts
out of my drawer. I went to the cubicle to change. I was amazed at what I saw
when I took off my pyjama top and put on my glasses.

There was a full-length mirror in the cubicle. Right away I saw that my body
had changed a bit. My flat little-girl chest wasn't so flat anymore. It wasn't
huge, but I could see some definition that wasn't there yesterday. There was a
line going down the middle, and a little bit of thickness in my pecs, almost
as if I had a couple of pieces of toast under my skin. It was as if I had
grown a little pair of breasts overnight! I felt it, though, and it didn't
feel soft like boobs. It felt hard like muscle.

I looked down at my abs. I was amazed to see a little bit of definition there,
even though we didn't even train abs yet! Obviously the Power Shake had
something in it to build muscle. I couldn't resist flexing my arms in the
mirror. Imagine my joy when I saw the tiniest little bumps in my biceps! I
couldn't wait to train arms today! They're gonna get even bigger!

I dropped my pyjama pants and looked at my legs. You probably would have to
look hard to see a difference, but I could tell that my thighs were thicker,
my calves were bigger, and there was the slightest hint of a teardrop shape
above the knee. I turned around, and I could have sworn that my butt was a
little rounder.

I quickly pulled on my t-shirt and shorts and went to the mess hall for
breakfast.

Boy was I starving! It was as if my muscles were screaming for nourishment.
Robyn brought us our Power Shakes, and he handed Jane and I an extra one. "One
of the girls in Tigress cabin doesn't want hers," she explained. "I thought
that you two would appreciate an extra boost." She winked. Both Jane and I
knew that she meant Cindy. We drank our shakes. I didn't mind the taste
anymore. I liked the idea that it could help my muscles grow even faster. The
breakfast buffet was heavy on fruit. I ate more cantaloupe and kiwi and
strawberries than I ever did in all my 11 years of life put together.

This morning we were doing shoulders and abs. I desperately wanted to train my
biceps, but it would have to wait until the afternoon. Jane and I hit the
weights hard. Dumbbell flies, crunches, one exercise after another. I noticed
that Jane also looked a little stronger than she did yesterday. While she was
on the incline bench I examined her legs. Yesterday, they were as straight as
toothpicks. Now, there was the beginning of a nice sweep in her thighs, and a
little bulge in her calf. Her arms were getting more shapely, too.

Jane kept cranking out the reps. I looked at her face and was impressed at her
determination. She was lifting those weights as if her life depended on it.
Her forehead broke out into a sweat, she bit her lip, and her grunts were
turning to little screams. Robyn came over. "Easy, easy, Jane," she said with
a slight note of concern in her voice. "Don't overdo it."

Jane's beautiful face relaxed, and she dropped the dumbbells by her side with
a clang. She looked at me, and I was struck suddenly at the beauty of her
shining black eyes. "It's your turn, Becky," she told me. "See if you can beat
that!"

I love having Jane as a workout partner. She's so determined that she pushes
me harder than I probably would have if I had a more laid-back partner.

At lunch, some of the girls were talking about how they were already beginning
to see and feel changes in their bodies. One little nine-year old girl who was
a gymnast flexed her arms. I noticed her yesterday, and she was already pretty
muscular for her age. I could tell that she had gotten even stronger after
just one day.

Jane asked me to flex. I was embarrassed, because I knew that I wasn't even as
big as that 9-year-old. But I did, and we both looked astounded as my bicep
was already a little bigger than it was this morning. Jane felt my arm. Her
touch filled me with something like a shock of electricity, but I let her do
it. "Gosh, Becky," she said, "Your arm feels so HARD!"

She took away her hand, and I felt it for myself. It was true. My biceps
weren't huge (yet!) but they were getting bigger, stronger, and harder. Jane
flexed her biceps. I felt them. "Mmmm," said Jane, closing her eyes. "It feels
so good when you touch them". She then opened her eyes and looked straight
into mine. I suddenly felt confused and embarrassed, so I let her go and
looked away. "Let's go get more food," I said, and walked to the buffet table.

Finally, it was time to train arms. Jane and I furiously blasted our biceps
and triceps. Robyn had to come over several times to tell us to cool it before
we injured ourselves. But we couldn't help it. Ever since I was a little girl,
I dreamed of having hard, muscular, bulging arms. Curling those barbells,
doing those preacher curls, doing those tricep kickbacks was like making my
childhood dreams come true. I visualized my arms getting bigger and stronger.
I fixed on the idea of Robyn. I wanted arms like hers. I imagined Ms.
Armstrong, and I wished to have arms like those that were printed on my
t-shirt. I even thought of Jane. For some reason, the thought of Jane getting
big, strong, muscular arms was very exciting for me. I felt even more
motivated.

A small crowd of girls gathered around me. "Go, Becky, go!" they encouraged
me. One of the girls from Tigress cabin said, "You're a MACHINE, girl!" I
heard Jane's small voice, saying, "Becky, don't hurt yourself". I heard the
concern in her voice, but it was as if I was possessed. Finally I dropped the
weights with a groan. Girls from all cabins congratulated me, gave me little
affectionate slaps on the shoulder. I looked at Jane. There was a pause. "Top
that," I said.

Jane picked up the weight and blasted her biceps in perfect form. Again I saw
her eyes shine with fierce determination. She bit her lower lip so hard I was
afraid she would draw blood. Her skin glistened with a coating of sweat.
"AAAARGH," she finally cried, let go of the weight. She shook the pain out of
her arms. She took a few deep breaths, looked at me, and flexed her powerful
new biceps. Of course, she wasn't as big as Robyn, not even as big as Cindy,
or even as that nine-year old gymnast. But she had muscles where she didn't
have any before. Jane smiled, and her smile made her pretty face even more
beautiful, even though she had braces.

I don't want you to think that we only eat, sleep, and lift weights. We only
lift weights for three hours a day: an hour and a half in the morning, and
again in the afternoon. I know that sounds like a lot, but there must be
something in that Power Shake that makes your muscles recover quickly. The
rest of the time we do traditional camp activities like hikes, canoeing,
sing-alongs, all that stuff. You'd think we would be tired from our workouts
and couldn't do anything else, but actually I feel so full of energy!

We had canoe races that afternoon. Jane, Robyn and I were in one canoe, and we
almost beat three girls from Tigress cabin! It was Cindy, and two other
muscular girls. They looked about 14 years old. Of course, Robyn was sitting
in the back of the canoe, providing most of our power. I was in the middle. I
would have liked to have seen Robyn's arm muscles pumping away, but instead I
was watching Jane's back. She had taken off her workout t- shirt ("it was
getting too sweaty") and was wearing a halter top. Her long black hair was in
a braid, so I could see her back muscles making little bulges and bumps as she
was paddling. Her back was beginning to get a nice v-shaped taper. I looked
down at my arms, and I was shocked to see them ripple and bulge with every
movement.

In the canoe next to us, we could hear Cindy screaming at her teammates.
"Faster, faster! We don't want to get beat by a pair of shrimps from Gazelle
cabin!" Another girl, and nice-looking Black girl with big beautiful muscles,
answered back, "Shut up and row, Cindy. Work your arms instead of your mouth!"

I looked over at them. Cindy was paddling furiously, but in poor form. Her
arms didn't look any bigger than at the beginning of camp. She wasn't making
the kind of progress that Jane and I were doing. That's what you get from not
drinking your Power Shake! Fortunately for her, her two teammates were strong
and expert at canoeing. They won the race, but we came in second! Of course,
most of the credit goes to Robyn, since she's older and stronger. But it felt
great to win a ribbon! We gave each other high fives, and congratulated the
winners. Cindy was condescendng: "You only came in second 'cause you had a
counsellor with you."

The two other girls from Tigress cabin were nice and complimented Jane and I
on our progress. Shayla (the black girl) asked us to flex and she took our
picture. I'm enclosing a jpeg with this e-mail. See how big and strong I'm
becoming? And that's just after a couple of days! Imagine how muscular I'll be
after two whole weeks! You won't recognize your little girl when you come and
pick me up!

See how pretty Jane is? I know that I've only known her two whole days, but I
have a feeling that we'll become the bestest friends for our whole lives. I
really really really like Jane. And she likes me, too.

That's Robyn in the background. Pretty muscular for a 17-year old, huh? I'd
love to look like her.

That night Jane told me why she wanted to go to bodybuilding camp. She asked
me to keep it secret, so I won't tell you. All I will say is that I'm lucky to
have a Dad like you, who doesn't beat me or touch me in yucky ways. It was
Jane's aunt who sent her here. She thought she needed something to make her
stronger and more confident. I think it's working.

Well, it's time for dinner. I can't wait to get some more of that Power Shake!
After dinner we have some free time, and I think I want to do a few squats and
calf raises. Some of the girls at camp have gorgeous legs, and I want to see
if I can get myself some nice pins, too! Those bullies at school better watch
out! Nobody is going to mess with little Becky Smith anymore!

Mom and Dad, thank you again for sending me to bodybuilding camp. I love
getting bigger and feeling stronger. It's how I'm meant to be. Ms. Armstrong
even said that I could be a champion bodybuilder when I grow up! Boy, that
made me feel good!

I love you, Mom and Dad! I'll write again in a couple of days. Tell Jared that
he if he keeps teasing me, his not-so-little sister will kick his butt! (Just
kidding).

X O X O X O X O X

Becky