Thursday morning came and went without incident. Which was kind of a relief, especially after all of the out of the ordinary activities which had happened this week. Normal almost felt strange. The teacher's lessons seemed to go on and on. I looked around and noticed I wasn't the only one who was getting bored and waiting to be "saved by the bell".

Finally that bell rang. It was recess time. Since both Chris and Wendy were absent, I went back to looking for my "old" friends. Well not too old I guess, since it had only been a week since I'd hung around with them.

There was a boy named Dean who I had known since I was a toddler. He was a year older than me, and thus, in another class. I sought him out, and found him, and we played together doing the normal things that boys my age would do. It felt like old times... And man, was it great! For the first time in several days, I felt like myself again. My normal self. Not a former boy who was now a girl, not one of the "coochie boys", I was ME again. It wasn't too long before my thoughts had drifted completely away from Chris, Wendy, and all the strange events of this past week. Before long, I had totally forgot about the fact that I now had a vulva between my legs.

But, unfortunately, this feeling was short-lived...

Towards the end of Recess, Dean had to go to the restroom.

"Did you know they fixed the Boy's Restroom and opened it back up?", Dean asked.

"No, I didn't know about that.", I replied.

"Yeah man, new paint and everything. I really gotta take a leak... Lets go check it out!", Dean said.

"Yeah, me too, lets go!", I said. The fact that I was a girl between the legs didn't even cross my mind. I guess I was totally caught up in that moment

As we were walking up there, Dean looked upwards and pointed, "Wow man check out those clouds rolling in! I bet we'll have rain tonight!", he exclaimed.

I looked over towards the horizon, and sure enough, there was a huge mass of dark gray storm clouds there. A moderate wind had started blowing towards us, and the clouds were slowly, but noticeably, traveling towards us. Change was definitely in the air.

"Tonight? HA!! We'll probably have rain before school's out!", I exclaimed.

By this time we had arrived at the door to the boy's restroom. Dean and I walked into the newly painted, and very clean restroom. Dean went over to one of the urinals, unzipped his pants, pulled down the front of his underwear, whipped out his penis, and started peeing.

Then he took a step or two back and said, "Hey check it out! I'm puttin' out a fire!" and started moving his penis back and forth, causing the piss-stream to dance from one side of the urinal to the other.

"OK lets see you do it!", said Dean.

I walked up to the other urinal, unzipped my pants, pulled down the front of my underwear, and went to grab my penis...

It was then that I remembered I didn't have one any more. I quickly looked down to see just how much of my secret I might have exposed, hoping that maybe not much was visible and Dean wouldn't notice anything different... Not a chance -- That now familiar smooth patch of skin and the top of my girl-slit was showing prominently down there, where my penis used to be. Anyone looking in my direction would clearly have been able to see it all.

I instantly pulled my underwear back up and quickly glanced over at Dean, hoping-to-God that he didn't see... I really didn't want anyone else to know about this, and didn't want to have to explain to Dean about why I no longer had a penis.

Fortunately, Dean didn't see anything. He was looking down at his pants, fiddling with a stubborn zipper that wouldn't quite go up. A second later he got it.

Then he looked over to me and said, "OK your turn. Come on, lets see you do the fireman!"

I had to think of something fast. For a moment I started to panic. Then the answer came. It was so obvious...

"No man, I have to do a #2...", I said, as I headed towards one of the stalls. I was still a little worried that Dean just might ask me to pee first... But he didn't.

"OK, man, I will wait for you outside -- I don't want to smell your poop!", Dean said with a bit of a laugh.

I went into the stall, pulled down my pants, sat down, and peed... Just like I had been doing all week... Just like a girl...

"Just like the GIRL I am...", I thought, as I leaned forward a bit and looked down between my legs.

I saw the creamy smooth slightly puffy patch of skin, my neat little pinkish-reddish slit below it, and my piss-stream coming out from within the slit. Even though I had totally felt like I was my old self again, a boy, for the past several minutes -- of course nothing had changed down below.

"Oh, who am I trying to kid?", I thought.

There was still absolutely no sign at all of the penis, or the little puffy sack, which had been there only a week before. Not even a trace!! The best doctors and detectives in the world would never, ever be able to find any proof -- not even a tiny little hint -- that I used to be a boy down there.

I continued in my thoughts, "It is just like Wendy's Mom said: 'There is no other way to put it -- you ARE a girl.' Just like Shelly and the other girls told me: 'No Weenie - not a boy! If you aren't a boy then you are a girl!'. They were right. They were all right. I didn't have anything even remotely resembling a penis down there. My boy-parts were totally gone. I had girl-parts now. Yes, there really was no other way to put it: I was a girl..."

I was suddenly in a very reflexive and introspective mood and began to contemplate... I had, kind of, already dealt with most of these feelings a few days earlier. But for some reason this whole incident with Dean brought them all back to the surface. I sat there, in a very strange emotional state.

On the one hand I was in very low spirits and I felt totally defeated, like half of my world had just been taken away, because if I wasn't a boy anymore. I could no longer do some of the things with Dean and the other boys. I might not even be able to be friends with some of them. Oh and playing that "fireman" game in the bathroom while peeing was totally out of the question, as were any of the other little "games" boys play using their penises.

On the other hand, I actually still rather liked the idea of being a girl. It made me feel different and kind of neat, and deep down at the deepest level it somehow felt right. It felt good to not have a penis and little sack down there anymore. It felt so good, so proper, to have that "neat little slit" down between my legs. There was something kind of exciting about actually being a real girl!

Plus there were the other little perks. Like never having to worry about being kicked in the balls again. Being able to try on girls clothes, such as the nightshirt Wendy's mom had me wear, and not have to be embarrassed about it. Being able to be naked with girls whenever I wanted (although that really wasn't such a big thing to me anymore, since I looked the same as they did, and since I had been with several naked girls over the past few days). Oh and someday I might even be able to wear a pair of black leather shoes, the ones used to like so much back in Kindergarten.

After I was done going through my long mental dialog, I thought it might be a good idea to just sit there on the toilet a little longer. I had to substantiate the lie I had just told Dean about doing a #2. I wanted to make sure I wasn't done too quickly, so it wouldn't seem suspicious. As I was waiting, I thought of one other fun perk about being a girl... Something Wendy had showed me...

I reached down, gently spread open my slit, and gently rubbed my finger up and down the inside of my slit, and along that super-sensitive ridge at the top. Like lightning, a sudden wave of pleasure hit me. It felt so good, better than anything I ever felt when I was a boy. I started to play with my vulva. It wasn't too long before it all became warm and wet, and I started feeling wonderful. A series of intensely pleasureful peaks and mildly pleasurable valleys. On every peak I became more thankful than ever that I no longer had a penis, because a penis could never make me feel so much pleasure like this... On every valley I became thankful that I had a girl-slit which could...

After a few moments of being lost in bliss, I wiped myself, pulled up my pants, washed my hands, and walked out. Still without a penis... Only now I was totally happy about that. Dean and all the other boys could keep their silly little penises, and Wendy or Amy could keep mine because I didn't want it back, ever.

"Everything come out OK there, Captain?" Dean said with a laugh.

"Yeah. A little different than it used to, but yeah.", I answered. I knew Dean had no idea at all of what I was really talking about, and it kind of felt good to keep a secret from him.

Dean raised an eyebrow and gave me a strange look. Just then the bell rang, and we headed back to the classroom.

CHAPTER 29: Second Thoughts

Sure enough, rain did come. It was sort of a freak storm. Dark gray clouds rolled in. Over a period of about an hour, the sky had went from bright blue and sunny, to a menacing dark gray. By lunch time, it was pouring down rain. The lunch bell rang, and we were free to get up out of our desks. But we all stayed inside for lunch that day -- no one wanted to go out on the playground in that heavy rain.

I was sitting in a corner of our classroom a little ways away from the others, lost in thought again, occasionally looking at that kaleidoscope I liked. Before long, Jimmy walked up to me.

"Did you know that the boy's bathroom is open again?", he said.

"Yep", I answered, putting down the kaleidoscope.

Then he got a little closer to me, and kind of quietly, almost in a whisper, he said, "I walked in and almost went to the pee-toilet without thinking..."

"Me too", I said, also kind of quietly.

"I wonder what would happen if you tried to pee in a pee-toilet when you have a coochie instead of a weenie?", Jimmy asked.

I thought about that a little, then answered, "You would probably wet your pants and get pee all over the place."

"Yeah I think you are probably right.", Jimmy replied.

After a few seconds of silence, Jimmy remarked indignantly, "I can't wait until tomorrow when I get my weenie back, this coochie thing sucks. I don't know how girls can stand to live with it! I hate having to sit to pee all the time."

"Yeah, I miss being able to pee standing up too.", I replied calmly, "but I don't think coochies are that bad."

"So what do you like better? Having a coochie, or having a weenie?", Jimmy asked.

I thought about it for a second or two, very self-conscious of what I was about to say because I wasn't sure how Jimmy was going to reply to it. Especially given his previous name-calling towards Chris and I over this very subject. I gathered up my courage, and answered him:

"A coochie", I said.

"You're crazy", said Jimmy, "I'd take a weenie over a coochie any day of the week."

Jimmy sat by me for a little while longer, then got up and walked away.

I sat there for a little while, getting lost in my thoughts again, looking around the room, watching the others play. Groups of girls were playing with dolls, pretending they were having tea, and dressing up in jewelry and wigs. I watched them play for several minutes. The more I watched the girls play, the more I realized that I really wasn't one of them. I might have a coochie between my legs just as they do, and like having it. I might have worn a girls nightshirt once. But that was it. Nothing Wendy's mom or Wendy's friends tried to make me say or do, could make me into one of them, could cause me to like the really "girly" things they liked. I could never see myself having fun pretending to have tea or wearing jewelry, or dressing up. That just wasn't me.

I stopped watching the girls, got up, and went to go play and do boy-things with some of the other boys. They all accepted me as one them. They let me join in the games they were playing without any questions. Just like when I was with Dean earlier, somehow it felt very good to be accepted as "one of the guys". We played there until the end of lunch bell rang. The one odd thing, though, was the whole time I was playing with the boys, I kept thinking about nightshirts, and panties, and black leather shoes, and my coochie...

There were also two times when I looked back over towards the girls, and had a mild desire in the back of my mind to go over there and play with them. And maybe try on an outfit. It seemed like it might be fun. I couldn't believe I was actually considering that. What was happening to me?

The bell rang, Lunchtime was over. We returned to our desks and the teacher started teaching lessons again. At one point I got very bored with the lesson the teacher was teaching, and my mind drifted off. I started to daydream about many different things...

In my mind I used to create elaborate stories, like movies, and imagine what the characters would do, or imagine what I would do if I was one of them. My mind wandered to what happened earlier that day. I got to thinking about the group of boys I played with at Lunch. I suddenly realized that there really weren't any actual BOYS in the group at all... Wendy and her friends used the magic toolsets on all of us. So every other boy in the group now had a vulva between their legs just like me. All were trying their best to keep that fact a secret, just like me! All girls, the whole class!!

I almost laughed out loud, but caught myself just in time.

I suddenly became aware that the teacher was talking to me, and had apparently asked me a question, or two, or three and I had not answered. I felt the eyes of the whole class staring at me, especially the teacher's impatient stare. It was a very uncomfortable and embarrassing moment for me.

The teacher asked, in a patronizing tone, "OK, then, here's a REEEEEEALLY easy one: Tell me, are you a boy, or a girl?"

A few in the class started laughing as she said this. I wanted to get out from "under the gun" as soon as possible. My mind raced to get out of my daydreams and answer this question.

Quickly and without thinking about the consequences, I blurted out, "Girl."

The entire class lost it, bursting into laughter. The teacher, thinking I was being a smart-ass, was not amused and got a very serious look.

A second later, I realized what I had done, and said, "Boy... I mean boy."

But the laughter was so loud I don't think anyone heard me. I was going to try to say it again, but I decided what was the point. The cat was already out of the bag. I was already never going to hear the end of this, even if I did manage to say "Boy" when everyone could hear it.

Once the class calmed down and things got quiet, the teacher said to me, "I want you to stay after class, please."

Soon the end of class came, and the teacher kept me in there for a few minutes...

"Be honest with me. Did you answer that way on purpose?", the teacher asked.

"No, it was a mistake.", I answered.

"You really need to try to stop day-dreaming in class like that.", the teacher continued, "you are very smart, one of the smartest in the class. But all those smarts won't help you if you don't pay attention."

The teacher paused for a moment, as if waiting for me to say something. Then continued speaking, "You may go now. Lets work on paying attention better in the future, OK?".

CHAPTER 30: A Whole New Problem

I walked out and joined the other students at the front of the school. Word of my answer to that question must have spread even in the time I was held after school, because a lot of kids seemed to know about it! Including the BB's.

"Look there SHE is...! Hi honey, where's your lipstick?", one of the BB's said with a laugh.

"Do all the GIRLS wear pants and shirts where you come from? Hahaha", another BB said.

"Maybe we'll just call you Jane, or Jill, or Sally from now on", said Shane, particularly venomous. I cracked a smile and almost laughed about that, because I knew exactly why he was so upset.

"Just call me WENDY, that will be fine, dear!", I said, looking right at him. Shane gave me a look of sheer murder.

"What was that all about, man?", one of the other BB's asked him.

Shane quickly changed his countenance back to normal and said, "Nothin' man. Just a stupid joke him and that Wendy girl played on me the other day, thats all." He turned away from me and started to walk away, and the BB's followed him.

Just then Judy, Shelly, and Annie came walking up.

"Ha! Now everyone knows you are a girl, and have no weenie.", said Shelly.

"I didn't say...", I said.

But Shelly quickly interrupted me, "Uh-uh-ahh! You admitted it, you can't take it back!!"

I was just going to tell her that I didn't say anything about not having a weenie, and didn't really "admit" to anything. But she wouldn't hear it, and kept up her interruptions every time I tried to say anything. Pretty soon the other two joined in, and wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise. I gave up even trying to talk to them.

They started to chant, "Girl, girl, girl! Not a boy, a girl!".

Then Judy came up with another verse, "Eeenie meanie meanie, you ain't got no weenie!".

The three girls started to say both of these lines over and over again, pointing at me all the while. I decided I had enough of their stupid antics, and tried to get away. There was really no place to run, because there were people everywhere. The best I could do I weave in and out between them. The three girls chased me around the whole time, all the while chanting their little jingles... I couldn't shake them. Oh I could have gotten out of the crowd, and then out-ran them. But where would I run too? I was going to be picked up to go home any minute now. I soon determined that trying to get away was pointless. So I stopped running and just endured the three girl's abuse...

Shortly after I stopped, one of the teachers came over to us.

"Girls, that is really very immature behavior. Do we really need to be saying such things?", she said.

That got them, and the three stopped their jingles, and their antics, and walked off. All were sort of ashamed of themselves. I never understood that whole "mature" vs "immature" thing. But somehow that was very important to the girls in my class. They all wanted to be "mature", whatever that meant. If an adult could truly convince them that some behavior was "immature" that was all it took. They stopped it immediately and didn't go back to it. Because none of them wanted to be considered "immature". Now I don't know how this teacher convinced the three girls that their behavior was "immature"... But I was glad she did, because I had about had enough of them...

A few minutes later, I was picked up...

By my parents!

I was very happy to see them, but at the same time very concerned. Because now I had to figure out either how to tell them about what happened to me, or how to keep my secret from them. They weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow, so I hadn't even given this any thought. Now I suddenly had to come up with something.

We began the drive home. At first the conversation was the fairly normal "How was your day at school" type of stuff. Then my parents explained why they were here today, one day early: They told me all about this really neat tropical resort they had went to for their vacation down South. All about the many amazing and fun things they had seen and done. They also mentioned that there were many kids there, and many things for kids to do. They told me about slides, waterfalls, giant swimming pools, miles of clear, shallow, warm ocean water you could swim in and see fish in, zoos, museums, amusement parks, and other fun tourist attractions. They said they had booked a few more days there, and we would be going there for the weekend, Monday, and Tuesday. We would be leaving Friday afternoon, right after school got out.

It all kind of hit me like a ton of bricks. But in a good way. I was very excited about going. I had only been on a vacation once before, and it was really fun. Suddenly all the things that happened today, and this week, became distant and un-important little scenes, way off in the back of my mind. I was totally focused on the things my parents had told me about, and anxiously looking forward to the weekend when I would be there with them.

Pretty soon we arrived at home. The afternoon and evening at home was normal, without incident. I had easily managed to keep my girl-ness hidden from my parents and grandma. All was well until just before bed...

I had gotten into the bath, and was able to dodge my mom's offer to help by insisting that I was grown up enough now to be able to undress myself. I still kinda wanted her to help. But I could not allow that, because she would see I was a girl as soon as I was naked. I knew I was going to have to tell or show my Parents sooner or later, but just hadn't figured out exactly how to do that yet.

I was finishing my bath and had just gotten out, when my mom suddenly unlocked the door and quickly bursted in to get some First Aid supplies to deal with a cut she just got on her hand... As fast as I could, I turned around so my back was to the door, to hide my groin from her view. I quickly grabbed a towel, and got it around me in record time, covering up my vulva. At a normal speed, I turned back around to face her.

My mom said, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you, dear. I just had to get some anti-septic and bandages for this cut. It was a sudden emergency."

"Its OK, Mom" I said.

She stayed there for a minute or two, dressing her wound. I just stood there with the towel around me and didn't move. Once my mom was done, she approached me and grabbed the towel and pulled on it just a little bit. I was terrified that she was going pull off the towel and discover the secret I was keeping from her...

"I'll help you dry off, dear", she said.

"No its OK mom, I can do it myself.", I answered.

"OK, if that is what you want." she said.

But she didn't leave. Instead she started to put the First Aid supplies away.

"Go ahead and dry yourself dear, no need to wait for me", she said.

"Sorry mom, but could I please have some privacy?", I pleaded.

My mom sort of smiled at me, answered with an "OK" and left, closing the door behind her.

I was so relieved that she left. My heart had been beating 90 miles an hour and I was more than a little nervous. I had come to terms with the fact that I was going to have to tell them eventually. But I didn't want it to happen like this. Not a shock or surprise. I wanted it to be a nice peaceful conversation where I could slowly lead them into the topic. I just didn't know how I was going to do that yet. I had no idea where to even start.

I made sure the door was locked, and took my towel off. I looked at myself in the mirror, and for a moment, wished I had my boy-parts again. It would be so much easier right now if I did.

I dried off and got my clothes back on, and went off to bed.

I fell asleep quickly...

I dreamed of swimming in a giant pool at a tropical resort. Only I was wearing a girl's bathing suit and everyone kept calling me 'her' and 'she', even my parents. It felt really weird to be referred to in the feminine.

Then later, all the boys in my class at school were there, and they also had girl's swimsuits on. All of our groins were flat and our girl-slits could clearly be seen through the fabric, proving beyond any doubt that we all, indeed, had coochies down there. Then Wendy came walking out, but she was wearing a boy's swimshorts. She walked up to me, and pulled them down... She was a boy! Not only that, but it was MY PENIS sticking out between her legs. She made a comment about it looking so much better on her than it did on me.

My parents saw my penis on Wendy and freaked out. They told me to get out of the water immediately, and made me take my girls swimsuit off right away, right there in front of all my classmates and a hundred other tourists. Then my parents freaked out even more when they saw that I was a girl down there.

CHAPTER 31: Fateful Friday

Friday morning came. I woke up to find myself somewhat "tangled in knot" with the sheets, because I had moved around a lot during sleep. My pajamas, a loose-fitting, one-size-too-large pair of very short shorts, had ridden all the way up my thigh and were pushing tightly into my groin. The pressure the fabric exerted made me very aware of every square-inch of my vulva. It actually felt kind of good to have clothing pushing in to me so tightly like that.

As I continued to wake up and fully came to my senses, I realized there was someone else moving around in the room. I opened my eyes and saw my mom there, picking out some clothes for me to wear.

I panicked!!

I was afraid that she would be able to see the shorts pulled tight against my groin, revealing the flatness and my coochie beneath it. Then I would be forced to explain...

I quickly assessed the situation. My boys underwear fit so loosely in the front that it had slid off to the side and wasn't covering my slit at all. I was laying in such a way that the upper part of my thigh and groin were coming out of the ridden-up leg of the shorts. The shorts were pushed up against me so tightly that they had actually spread open my slit, and were holding it in that spread-open position.

I looked down at myself to see how bad it actually was.

Fortunately for me, there was enough blanket covering the area that, at a glance, most people would not be able to see anything amiss. The smoothness of the top left side of my groin could be seen, but that was all. It didn't look any different than it did when I was a boy down there.

Now, if someone were to take a closer look, they would totally be able to see how flat the shorts were under the blanket. They might have even been able to get a glimpse of my girl-slit if they looked closely and at the correct angle.

I hoped and prayed that my parents had not taken a close look...

My mom finished picking out the clothes, and asked me if I needed any help getting dressed. I had to tell her no again, using the same excuse as I did last night. My mom made some comment about me being such a big boy now, able to dress himself, and left the room.

I closed and locked the door, and was about to take off my pajamas, when I spotted a box of large crayons on the floor under my bed. These were the larger ones for younger kids. About a centimeter or maybe a half-inch wide, and a few inches long. As I looked at the crayons I suddenly had an idea. A really strange idea... I took the red crayon out. It was the only one that had lost its paper wrapper so far. I opened the door, and walked down the hall into the bathroom. I washed off the crayon and rinsed it very well. Then I walked back into my bedroom and closed and locked the door again.

I took off my pajamas and underwear and looked in the mirror at myself... My naked, GIRL, self... I brought the crayon up to my groin and held it there. It was just the right size -- the size of my former penis when it was erect -- but a little too long. I looked in the mirror for a few seconds, holding the crayon there, imagining that I had been turned back into a boy again.

Then I remembered how Judy had mentioned the other day that you could stick things up inside of your coochie. I gently started to push the crayon in to my slit. At first I couldn't get it to go in anywhere, but as I tried different spots up and down my slit I found the hole and pushed the crayon in... It only went in a little ways, then it stopped, and kind of hurt to push it in any further.

WOW, did it feel weird to push something in there. But in a good way. I rather liked the way it felt, and decided that when I had more time, I would have to try pushing things in and out down there again...

Even though the crayon had only went in there a little ways, it was enough. As I took my hands away, the crayon stayed in there on its own, without falling out. Now, with part of it inside me, it was the perfect size...

Exactly the same size that my erect penis used to be...

I looked down at myself, with that slightly-fat red crayon sticking out between my legs, and again imagined I was a boy. That my penis had grown back. I smiled. The illusion was almost perfect. I laid back on my bed and was able to catch a reflection of myself in the mirror. From straight on, it looked kind of funny, to see a girl-slit with this big red crayon sticking out. But from the side I looked just like a boy again. A boy with a big red boner sticking out between his legs...

Just then my mom knocked on the door, hard and heavy... "Are you done yet, dear?", she asked loudly.

"Almost", I answered.

I got up from the bed, with the crayon still in me, and put my underwear on. As I pulled it up, it got tight around the crayon and my groin. The crayon put pressure on the inside of my vagina and it felt good. I reached down and moved the crayon around a little to intensify this mild pleasure I was feeling. But then I stopped. As much as I liked it, I couldn't spend any more time on this, I had to get ready for school.

For my last act as a "boy", I stood in front of the mirror in my underwear. The crayon did exactly what I expected it to. There was a noticeable bump and slight tenting of the front of my underwear. It looked almost just like it used to when I really did have a penis. I looked up at myself in the mirror, and it really did look like I was a boy again.

I stood there looking for a few moments, then took my underwear off. By now I had gotten pretty wet down there, and as soon as I took my underwear off, the crayon slid out of my vagina all by itself. I picked the crayon up off the floor. It was warm and wet. I also noticed a slight smell coming from it. I don't know how to explain the odor other than to say it was "the girl smell", the way some girl's beds faintly smelled when I had went over to friends houses before.

I grabbed a tissue and wiped the crayon off, and put it back in the box with the others. I got dressed, ate, and my parents drove me to school.

As I arrived at school, most of the boys in my class were in a bad mood. Everyone was looking for Wendy, but no one would say exactly why they wanted her. Obviously Wendy was absent again today, or very late... I saw Andy, Shelly, and Judy talking near the door of our classroom. I walked over to them, intending to ask them if they knew when Wendy would be coming back to school. The three were were talking. I stopped, a few feet away, to listen to them. The two girls had their backs to me and didn't know I was there. Andy was facing me, but I don't think he noticed me. If he did, he didn't show any sign of it.

Andy asked if either of the girls had seen Wendy today.

Judy, poking fun at him, said with a sneer, "Aww, does wittle Andy want his wittle weenie back?"

Andy was unphazed by her jeering, and answered a simple unemotional, "Yes, I do."

Shelly replied, "Well thats too bad because Wendy moved away yesterday. So you're never ever gonna get your weenie back!"

Then Judy jabbed Shelly in the ribs and gave her a dirty look.

Andy got a very serious look on his face, and said, "You mean I'm stuck this way... Forever?".

Shelly answered, "Yes, you're stuck THAT way... FOREVER!!! You no-weenie boy!"

Andy got this really strange expression on his face. Shelly started laughing really hard. Judy laughed just a bit then got serious, and gave Shelly another dirty look.

Once Shelly calmed down, Judy said, "Oh, don't worry, Andy. Wendy is going to be back next week. You'll get your weenie back then... But just think, you'll get to be a coochie boy all week long!!! Won't that be fun, coochie boy!?!?"

Judy started laughing again, Shelly quickly joined in.

When they finally calmed down, Andy said, "But its my birthday on Thursday! All my friends are gonna come over!"

"Well I guess your friends can all sing Happy Birthday, coochie boy, then!", Judy laughed.

Andy looked straight down towards his groin for a second. Then jutted his hips out and brought his hands up and pushed in on the front of his pants, right into his groin, rubbing himself for just a moment Then he brought his hand back down, started to laugh, and walked away.

After he was out of ear-shot, Judy scolded Shelly, "You aren't supposed to tell them Wendy is gone, dummy! We are supposed to tell them she will be back next week."

Shelly slowly said, "Oh yeah..."

"OH YEAH!", Judy harshly said, "Don't forget next time!!"

After a short pause, Shelly retorted, "But I don't think Andy will tell anyone, he doesn't talk much"

After a longer pause, Judy chuckled, "Did you see that look on his face? I wonder how a boy must feel when he finds out his weenie is gone for good?"

"I'm sure some of them will be pretty upset, but a few might actually like it.", I said.

Both girls quickly turned around, completely surprised.

"You rotten little spy!", Judy yelled, "Have you been listening the whole time?"

I didn't answer her, but instead asked Shelly, "So Wendy actually moved away?"

Shelly looked at Judy for a moment, then answered, "Yep. There was a big moving truck at her house yesterday evening, and a whole bunch of guys putting all their stuff into the truck. Another truck came by later, they were there all night I think. This morning Wendy, William, and everyone else was gone. No cars or nothing. The house was totally empty except for a little paper sign in the window."

"What did the sign say?", I asked.

"I don't know I only saw it as we drove by this morning", Shelly answered.

Just then the bell rang, it was time for school to start. The whole day was again pretty normal. There were a few conversations I overheard, with various boys asking Wendy's friends when they would get their weenies back. All but one of these conversations were, basically, the same. The girl would tell the boy that Wendy had the toolsets and the weenies, and that Wendy would be back in a week.

The one interesting conversation was between Mike and Judy, towards the middle of lunch. Mike was the first boy Judy had turned into a girl, in the Janitor Room the other day, before she did the same to John. I knew Mike and John were friends, and that Mike was a mean, easily angered boy with quite a temper. But other than that, I didn't know either of them.

The conversation all started out the same, with Mike reminding Judy that she promised she could put his penis back on Friday.

Judy explained, "Well, Wendy actually has the toolsets, not me. She has been really sick the past few days. But she should be back sometime next week. So, sorry, but your weenie will have to wait. You are stuck that way for a few more days."

Judy couldn't help but laugh as she explained this to Mike. The thought of boys being turned into girls and being stuck that way was immensely amusing to her. Mike didn't take kindly to her laughter at all.

He pushed her up against the wall and said with a raised voice, "You put my weenie back on right now or I'll kill you!"

Judy said, calmly and very authoritatively, "You just knock it off right now, mister. Remember the deal. If you are mean to me or my friends, you will NEVER get your weenie back EVER! But if you are nice, then in just a few more days, you will have your precious little weenie again. I wouldn't call this behavior very nice..."

Mike pushed even harder into her and roared, "Yeah, and the other part of that deal was that you PROMISED to put my weenie back on FRIDAY!!"

Judy yelled back, "Hope you like your coochie, Mike! Because you'll never see your weenie again!! Go on beat me up it won't help, you'll still have a coochie down there!!!"

Mike instantly changed his attitude and let go of Judy. "Sorry, sorry, Judy.", he said.

"Yeah thats what I thought", said Judy very vindictively.

"You are still going to put my weenie back when Wendy is here again, right?", asked Mike.

"Ha!! I don't think so, COOCHIE BOY!", said Judy angrily.

"Please?", Mike pleaded.

"No way, Mike.", said Judy, "You made your choice when you pushed me. NO MORE WEENIE FOR YOU!!!"

"I'll never do anything like that again, I promise.", Mike pleaded.

"Bad boys like you don't deserve a weenie.", Judy said.

"But its MY WEENIE, not yours, you have no right to keep it.", Mike said kind of angrily.

Judy got a very evil grin on her face, "What do you have between your legs right now, Mike?", she asked.

Mike angrily answered, "A coochie, thanks to you!!!"

"Thats right, a coochie!", Judy answered, "And what do girls have between their legs, Mike?"

"A coochie", Mike answered, still sort of angry.

"Yes a coochie. Just like you have. Very good Mike.", Judy said with a grin, "Everyone knows that girls don't have weenies, right?"

"Yeah.", Mike said with a raised voice, losing patience and getting angry again, "SO WHATS YOUR POINT?"

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, Mike, YOU ARE A GIRL...", Judy said vindictively, "A girl, Mike. Not a boy, a girl. Girls don't have weenies... So how could any weenie be yours? You can't say 'my weenie' anymore, Mike! Weenies only belong to boys. And you, Mike, are not a boy!"

"But Wendy has... You took...", Mike said.

Judy quickly interrupted, "I took a weenie from A BOY named Mike. But thats not you. See, you are A GIRL named Mike. Not the same. If I ever find that boy named Mike, I might give the weenie back to him. But you are a girl. What would a girl like you ever want with a weenie?"

Mike got kind of mad, but at the same time sad and desperate. "THATS NOT FAIR!!", he whined, "Its still my... You have to give me my weenie back. You have to..."

Judy got a smile and said, "Tell you what. I will give it back if you promise to do something, a very special something, for me."

Mike brightened. "What?", he asked.

Judy answered, "You are going to lick my coochie, or play with it, whenever I want you to, until Wendy gets back. If you do this for me, I will give you your weenie back."

Mike frowned.

"Well its either that, or no more weenie for you! Besides that, its only a few days.", Judy laughed.

"OK", Mike said quietly.

"What was that?", Judy said.

"OK! OK!", Mike said loudly.

"I want you to repeat back exactly what you are going to do to me. And promise!", Judy said.

"I promise I will lick your coochie, or play with it, whenever you want me to, until Wendy gets back", said Mike.

"Yes. And you will start right now, my little no-weenie-boy coochie licker. Come with me, we are going back to the Janitor's secret bedroom.", said Judy, "I got your after-lunch dessert right here!"

Mike got kind of a mad look on his face, and followed Judy up to the back of the office building.

The rest of Lunch passed without incident. I saw Judy and Mike walking down from the back of the office building to our classrooms. I heard later that Judy had a really good time with Mike that day, and actually returned the favor and did a little licking on Mike as well. Mike was telling John how good it felt when Judy licked his coochie, and both him and John talked about getting together and licking eachother's coochies when they got home later today, they had to try it while they still had coochies, before they got their weenies back... Judy said she was looking forward to having Mike lick her again, and again, and again, and laughed as she commented on how it would be a very, very, very long time until Wendy got back...

My parents came to pick me up. After a quick stop at home to pick up some things and eat, we were off to the airport...

CHAPTER 32: Tropic Vacation

After a not-to-long plane trip and boat ride, my parents and I arrived in our Hotel Room. It was late at night, we all went to bed fairly quickly and slept well. In the morning, I discovered that this place was every bit as great as my parents had said it was. There were fun things all over the place, just like my parents had said.

After Lunch, we decided to go to the beach. My parents were busy sunbathing, or whatever it is that adults do on the beach. I had found a group of local kids around my age. Two girls and four boys. I told my parents I was going to go play with them. My parents said that was fine, just be back here before it gets dark, and if anything goes wrong talk to any of the many security guards.

The seven of us swam in the shallow water, threw volleyballs at eachother, built sandcastles, and did other various things that kids do on the beach. One of the girls in the group was my age, and I found her really cute. Her name was Anna, and she had seemed to take a liking to me. The other girl was older, and seemed to like the oldest boy in the group. I'd say they both were a couple years older than me, probably about 10 or maybe 11 at the most.

I also discovered something interesting about the people on this island, or at least about the kids I was with. They were a little more sexually forward than people back home. For example, at one point all the boys in the group decided they wanted to have a "pissing for distance" contest. The four of them just pulled down there shorts and went for it, right there in front of the two girls. The boys were strongly encouraging me to join in. One of them almost pulled my swimshorts down, but I stopped him.

The older girl said, "Fine its just you four then! Ready? Go!!"

And the piss-streams started flying. One boy, about a year younger than me, was the clear winner. His piss-stream went a foot father than anyone else's, even the older boys. I was kind of surprised.

Anna told me, "That's Bako. He always wins. He can pee really far especially if he aims his weenie up high! In second place is Anjo, my older brother."

After they stopped peeing, the older girl said, "Bako wins! With Anjo in close second place!"

All four of the boys started to pull their shorts back up.

The older girl went over to Anjo, the second-place winner. He was the older boy that she liked. She quickly reached out and grabbed his penis before he was able to get his shorts up, giggling.

"Let me make it big, Anjo!", she said playfully.

"Aye! Not here Nika! Not now! Later, OK?", Anjo said with a smile.

"Is that a promise?", Nika said with a grin.

"Oh yes, yes!", said Anjo.

The older girl, Nika, let go of Anjo's penis, and he pulled his shorts back up.

Things didn't go too well for me after that little contest though. It wasn't too long before the group turned their attention towards me. Or more specifically, towards why I didn't join in the pissing for distance contest... At first it was just questions, which I managed to dodge. But it rapidly turned into jeers.

"I bet he has a weenie problem", one of the boys said. Everyone in the group, except Anna, laughed.

"Or maybe he has a little teeny weenie", said Bako.

"Or maybe no weenie at all!", Anjo said viciously.

"I think maybe he's just not used to peeing in front of other people.", said Nika, "In other countries, people are strange like that."

"Hey who's side you on?", Anjo said angrily.

It was quiet for a minute or two, as we all continued walking along the beach.

"Itsy bitsy teeny teeny yellow polka-dotted weenie", said Bako, vaguely matching the tune to the popular song about the Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini.

Everyone except Anna laughed again. The group stopped walking.

"Shut up Bako, thats enough!", said Anna.

"No it isn't enough.", said Anjo, "We still don't know why, and I think we should find out."

"Yeah!", said Bako.

Anjo reached out with both hands to grab my swimshorts. I barely got out of the way in time. He made another attempt, but I started running away before he even got close. Anna started running after me.

Anjo started laughing, "Hey I was just playin' with ya!".

But I kept running. Pretty soon I stopped and turned around. No one else from the group was following me, except Anna.

"Fine, run away both of you, and don't come back!", shouted Anjo, rather upset.

Anjo, Nika, Bako, and the other two boys turned and walked away. Anna came up to me.

"I'm sorry, my brother can be mean like that sometimes", she said.

"Aren't you going to go with them?", I asked.

"No, I'd rather stay and play with you. I don't care if you don't want to show me, or them, your weenie.", she said.

"Thanks. Hey lets go back over there and make some more sandcastles!", I said.

"I got a better idea", Anna said, "see those rocks over there? There's a really neat secret beach on the other side of them, with caves and tide-pools and stuff. Come on, follow me, the rocks are really easy to climb up and over!"

So we climbed over those rocks and started coming down the other side. It was just like she said. A secret, secluded beach with a few tide-pools and caves... But there was one other major thing she forgot to mention... It was a NUDE BEACH!!

(continued in part 8)