We all walked away from our classrooms, around the buildings, to the front of the school to wait for our parents to pick us up (I attended a special private school for gifted kids. As such, there was no county/state provided bus service to the school. Each parent or guardian had to come and pick up their own kids). As usual, there was a continual line of cars coming into and leaving the parking lot, and a large congregation of kids out front.

I waded through the crowd and walked up next to Chris. I started talking to him as together we waited for our rides to get there... It is interesting how unusual events can bring people together. Before today, I barely knew Chris, he was just another boy in the class. But after everything that happened today, and all the long talks, Chris and I had went from mere acquaintances to almost best friends in a matter of just a couple hours.

"Do your parents know?", Chris asked.

"No. They are on vacation until the end of the week. My grandma is watching me until they get back.", I answered.

"Does she know?", Chris asked.

"Nope. She never sees me naked, and I am not planning to tell her.", I asked.

"Have you figured out how you are going to tell your parents when they get back?", Chris asked.

"No", I said.

"Neither have I", said Chris, "and mine get back tomorrow night."

We were both quiet for several seconds. Then Chris said, "Have you thought about what you are going to do in Swimming Class today? We are going to have to get naked in front of all the other boys when we change into our Swimming Suits. I'm really worried about it."

What he said hit me like a ton of bricks. We were both in a Swimming Class which met every Tuesday. That was TODAY. I was facing the exact same dilemma that he was. In about 20 minutes, I would be there with him, in a large changing room with about a dozen other boys. As soon as our clothes came off, and they all saw that Chris and I were girls now, that we now had vulvas instead of penises and scrotums, it would surely become a circus. I suddenly became a little sick to my stomach as I frantically tried to think of a solution to this crisis. My first thought was to simply pretend I was sick. But this was our very last class (the public pool would close for the season soon), and I loved swimming. I really didn't want to miss it. There had to be some other way to make this work...

Before I could pursue my thoughts further, Chris and I were interrupted by a rather exuberant Shelly and Judy, who were both running over towards the two of us.

With a big smile Shelly said, "Why, look, its the original coochie boys!"

"Original?", I asked.

"Well there are soooooo many of you now!!", Judy said, as both her and Shelly laughed.

Chris was about to say something, but then William, Wendy's older brother, walked up.

"How's it hangin, Chrissy?" William said to Chris.

"Uh, I'm fine", said Chris.

"I don't think much is hanging anymore", said Shelly, really laughing it up.

"Good one!", said Judy, who also started laughing again.

Both William and Chris gave the two girls a dirty look.

"You girls are heartless.", said William, "Don't let them bug you Chris. Boy or Girl, I still think you are a cool kid. You can come skating with me and the guys anytime."

As William said this, Wendy walked over and joined our little group.

"You goin' home with me and mom today?" Wendy asked William.

"Nope. Me and the guys are going to head over to the park and go skating again today. Tell mom I'll be home in an hour or two.", William said.

Just then two teenagers pulled up in a tricked-out VW Bug. It was tie-die colored, with a giant engine hanging out the back of it, and a large exhaust pipe that pointed upwards at a sharp angle and looked kind of like a cannon. They waved in our direction and started tooting their horn.

"Thats my ride, catch you all later", said William as he walked away and got in the back seat of his friends' car. They stomped on the gas, peeling out as they left the parking lot, and drowning out all conversation for a few seconds as the roar of their engine dominated the air waves.

Moments later, Judy left with her folks. Shortly after this, my Grandma's car pulled up and I started to walk over towards her. Wendy's Mom's car was right behind my Grandma's. As I was getting into the car, Wendy's Mom noticed me walking up to the car in front of her and got out.

Wendy's Mom introduced herself to my Grandma, "Hi, I am Morissa Sutekh. Wendy Sutekh's Mother. My daughter and your son are good friends."

My grandma turned and looked to me, as if to ask me if this was true. I nodded a 'yes'.

Wendy's Mom continued, "We are having a little party at our house tonight, couple of the kids here at school will be there. Your son is invited, if he would like to come."

My grandma turned to me and asked, "Would you like to go over to Wendy's house tonight?"

For a moment I was caught totally off-guard, like a deer in the headlights. But then I decided that yes, I would go. It could be very interesting. Besides that, even after all that had happened, I still kinda liked Wendy. I still thought she was one of the cutest girls in the school. Even though I was technically a girl myself now, at least between the legs, in my mind I was still a boy. I really wanted to spend some more time with Wendy. Hopefully some time alone with her. Maybe we would even get naked together. I could feel my vulva suddenly starting to get just a little warm and a little wet. I was again kind of glad I wasn't a boy anymore... Because if I was, I would have been developing a pretty good erection right about then, and the pants I was wearing would have clearly shown it. That could have been a bit embarrassing.

I suddenly noticed my Grandma was looking at me, waiting for an answer. I broke myself out of my thoughts and said, "Yes, that would be fun."

Wendy's mom gave my Grandma directions to their house and said the party starts around 5:00. As my Grandma and I pulled away, I saw Wendy's mom get back into her car, then Wendy, Shelly, and Chris piled in.

As we drove away, my Grandma started to laugh, "Can you believe that Morissa lady..."

"What?", I asked

My Grandma continued, "Mrs. Sutekh thought you were my son!"

"I don't get what's so funny", I said, a little concerned... The fact that she had just made reference to someone thinking I was her son had me worried. Did she know my secret? I thought for sure that somehow my grandma must have discovered I was a girl between the legs now.

My Grandma replied, "Well, its just that I'm a bit old to have a kid your age..."

"Oh", I said, very relieved.

"Well maybe Mrs. Sutekh was just trying to be nice, trying to make me feel young.", My Grandma said.

The remainder of the ride over to Swim Class was fairly uneventful. My Grandma let me out, and said she'd be back in about an hour to pick me up. I walked through the park with towel and swimsuit in hand, and approached the entrance to the public pool with much trepidation...

CHAPTER 18: Swim Class

The class started in 10 minutes. There was a line of kids outside the door waiting to be let in. The attendant opened the door, and the kids started to walk in, the girls to the right into their changing room, and the boys to left into their's I was at the very end of the line, desperately trying to think of some way to make this work as I walked up towards the Boy's Changing Room. This scared the hell out of me. I was going to have to go in there and undress in front of a handful of other boys. The fact that I had a vulva between my legs now would surely cause quite a stir and raise all sorts of questions. Especially since all these boys had already seen me naked several times over the past few weeks when I still had a penis and scrotum like them. I didn't want anyone to know I was a girl. I wanted to keep on being a boy. But the instant they all saw what I now had between my legs, it would be all over. They would all know I was a girl, and that would be the end of me being able to act like I was still a boy.

As I walked around the corner into the Boy's Changing Room, I totally panicked and actually started shaking. But as I looked around the room, I noticed something. An easy, and obvious, solution: I would just go into one of the toilet stalls, lock the door, and change in there. I had seen other boys do this at the pool before, so I figured it shouldn't raise any suspicions. I was just about to head over into one of the stalls and get changed... Then I thought about Chris. I had to tell him this easy solution I had discovered. I walked back around the wall, into the entry-hall, to wait for Chris to show up.

I didn't have to wait very long. After about 30 seconds, in walked Chris. He took a totally different approach that I did to the problem, however... He just made a right turn and started walking straight into the Girl's Changing Room. The pool attendant on duty quickly stopped him.

"That's the lady's room, young man!", she said loudly.

"I know", Chris answered, and kept walking as if nothing was wrong.

The attendant was shocked for a moment, then came back to her senses. "You", she said authoritatively, "have to change in the men's room with all the other boys."

Chris frowned for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, then turned and walked into the men's changing room.

"Just use one of the stalls" I said quietly to him, as he walked by me.

We each went into a stall and began to change. After a few seconds there was a bang on the stall door Chris was in.

"Whassa matter, got some hairs? Happens to everyone eventually! Ain't nothing to hide about!", said one of the older boys with a bit of a laugh.

I had a pretty good idea who was saying this. His name was Shane. He was a few years older than Chris and I, and was rather mean-spirited. A bit of a bully. There were three other boys that hung around with him all the time. Together the four of them were an extremely mischievous bunch, and had almost gotten thrown out of the Swim Class twice over the Summer because of their horseplay and utter disregard for any rules.

All us underclassmen called this group the BBs. Exactly what "BB" stood for was a matter of debate. The most common consensus was "Bully Boys". But it could also mean "Bad Boys", "Big Boys", or "Big Bullies", depending on who you asked. In any case, whenever one of us used the term "BB" we all knew exactly who they were talking about. It was a common occurrence on the playground, and even sometimes in this Swim Class, for someone to yell out "The BBs are coming!" and for all of us to scatter and run away. I think Shane and his gang enjoyed the fact that their mere presence could make all us younger kids flee in panic.

I couldn't help but wonder what horrors would happen if the BBs discovered the real reason Chris and I were changing in the stalls instead of in the open. I don't know what they would do, but I am sure it would not be pleasant. There was an uneasy silence as I, and probably Chris too, got our Swim Suits on as fast as we could so we could get out of there. Fortunately, when I opened the stall door, Shane and the BBs were already gone. Chris came out of his stall a few seconds after I did.

"Whew! That was close.", I said, very relieved.

"Yeah, I'm glad they left", said Chris.

Chris's swimsuit was a bit small for him and fit kind of tight. He looked noticeably flat in the crotch and the outline of his slit was sort of showing. I pointed this out to him. He pulled down on the legs of his swimming shorts, then pulled the crotch outwards in an attempt to hide the flatness of his groin underneath. It sort of worked. He still looked a little too flat to be a boy to me, but at least his slit wasn't showing anymore. It was passable.

With some trepidation, I looked down at my crotch. Fortunately, my suit fit lose and baggy, and there was no hint of my vulva pushing through as I stood there. I should have no trouble passing as a boy.

We both left the dressing room and headed out to the pool area. Today we were going to learn how to dive, which meant we would all be getting in and out of the water a lot, to jump off the diving board.

As all us entered the water, I remembered in the past how my swimming suit would often "stick" to my groin, giving a clear outline of it, when I got out of the water. I became very concerned that someone was going to see my crotch as I got out of the water, and notice that I had a vulva down there now instead of my boy-parts. I was very careful -- every single time I got out of the water, I made sure to immediately "un-stick" the front of my swimsuit.

Chris, unfortunately, wasn't so careful. The first several times he got out of the water, he "un-stuck" himself. But one time towards the end of the class, he got totally into the activities and forgot to un-stick himself... As he got out of the water, his swim suit pressed right into him, skin-tight. The outline of the vulva between Chris's legs was blatantly obvious, as was the flatness of Chris's crotch...

One of the BBs noticed this, and said, quite loudly, "hey look that boy is really a girl!"

Chris was instantly aware of his mistake, and un-stuck his suit just before the other BBs turned to look at what their friend had pointed out.

"Between his legs, look!" said the one BB, pointing at Chris's crotch.

All the Bully Boys glanced at Chris's crotch and now saw nothing out of the ordinary. They kind of laughed and make some comment about how Chris might be a bit girlish but he's still a boy.

As the BBs went back to whatever they were doing before, I heard the one say, "No way, man, I know what I saw! That kid is no boy!"

'Whew, another close call', I thought to myself, 'Chris dodged a bullet'.

The rest of the swim class went without incident. After the lessons were done, it was "free swim" time, meaning the pool was be opened to the public and you could do anything you wanted as long as you stayed within the rules. It was a fairly warm day and as soon as the pool was opened, about two dozen more people, some of them kids from my school, showed up. At one point I noticed the BBs all gathered together with 3 other boys over in the corner of the pool. This was a fairly normal occurrence But something about the way they were talking today, and how they kept looking over at Chris and I, made me uncomfortable. I suspected something was up.

At one point there was a disorganized huddle of kids just behind the diving board, in line waiting for their turn -- the rules allowed for only one person at a time to be on the diving board, and you had to wait until that person came up out of the water and got out of the way before you even set foot on the board. Chris had gotten out of the water and into the line. One by one each of the four BBs and their three new friends got into the line behind Chris.

Just as Chris had stepped up onto the board, the BBs quickly reached up on either side of him and behind him, grabbed the waistband of his swim suit, and pulled it down and off. Before Chris or anyone else could react, two of the boys picked Chris's legs up off the ground. At the same time, one of the boys behind him grabbed the swim shorts off of Chris's legs and threw them over the fence. Then they put Chris back down.

Chris was left standing there on the diving board, totally naked, in front of everyone. The fact that he had a vulva between his legs, that he really was a girl just like the one BB had said, was irrefutable. There was no way Chris could hide it, his secret was out.

People begin to notice almost immediately. Kids in the water could be heard starting to say things along the lines of "look there's a naked girl on the diving board". The BBs had all began to walk away from the diving board and towards the pool, and soon were in places where they too could see Chris's obviously female groin.

The one BB who noticed Chris earlier excitedly shouted out, "See, he's got a vagina just like my sister! Told ya he was really a girl!!"

The way Chris responded surprised me... He walked a little over halfway down the diving board, stood up proud and tall, spread his legs a little, and jutted his hips out, showing off his vulva prominently and without shame to everyone in the pool area.

With surprising bravado and defiance in his voice, Chris said, "Thats right, I really am a girl. A GIRL. You want to make something of it?" Then he turned towards Shane and the rest of the BBs and continued, "Are you happy now? Go on, get a good look at it. Touch it if you want... Go on!"

By now Chris had the attention of everyone in the pool. One of the Lifeguards, a nice middle aged lady, got up and was starting to walk towards him.

Chris turned back straight ahead, and continued speaking, "I'm glad my secret is out. I'm not going to pretend I am a boy anymore. From now on I want you all to call me HER and SHE. I want you and the whole world to know: I am a GIRL!!! And proud of it!!"

By this time the Lifeguard had walked up to Chris.

"Please get down off the diving board and come with me, dear.", the Lifeguard said.

Chris did as SHE was told, and walked into the building with the Lifeguard. Just before Chris went in, SHE turned and looked at me and smiled. That seemed strange to me especially considering what had just happened to HER.

Within a minute or so, the crowd in the pool was back to normal. The lady lifeguard came back out and resumed her post. A few seconds later I saw the attendant -- the same one who told Chris to go into the men's room earlier -- walk along the fence outside of the pool and retrieve Chris's swim shorts. 'I bet she feels silly now!', I thought to myself as I watched the attendant.

I quickly got out of the water and dried off. I wanted to swim a little longer, but I knew my Grandma would be coming to pick me up soon, and I really wanted to find out what happened to Chris. I changed back into my clothes, and walked up to the attendant's window.

"What happened to the girl who was naked on the diving board? She was a friend of mine", I asked.

Even though I had seen Chris naked twice over the past few days, and knew she had a vulva between her legs, it felt very strange to call Chris "her" and "she", and refer to her as a "girl". When I first met Chris she was a boy, and she had been a boy up until just two days ago. This was going to be a little hard to get used to.

The attendant answered, "She is alright. We called her parents. She is back in the office waiting for them. You can come and see her if you want, she asked about you a moment ago when she saw you get out."

The attendant opened her door and motioned me in. I followed her back into the office. The office was a small room with two desks in it. There were three large tinted windows on the back wall, you could see the see the whole pool through them. There was a TV off to the side, with cartoons on it. Chris was sitting on a chair in the middle of the office, watching the cartoons, wearing her normal boy clothes again, swimming suit in hand. She smiled big as I walked in.

"That was the best thing that has ever happened to me!!!", Chris said excitedly.

"Are you nuts?" I asked.

"No, man, remember what I told you yesterday? How I wished I could stand in front of the whole school and pull down my pants and show them all that I was a girl now? And how I wished people would start calling me 'her' and 'she' instead of 'him' and 'he'? Well just now I was able to make both of those wishes come true. Everyone out there knows I am a girl now. It feels so good!", Chris said.

I couldn't believe what Chris was saying and what he... I mean she... just did in front of all those people. I didn't want anyone to know I now had a vulva between my legs. I wanted them to keep thinking I was still a boy, and treating me like a boy. I couldn't understand how or why Chris DID want everyone to know she was a girl.

"You know there are lots of kids from our school out there?" I asked.

"Yep.", Chris said, "and that makes it even better. I hope they will tell all their friends about me."

"You are going to get made fun of. Maybe even beat up. Also what are you going to wear? You can't keep wearing boy clothes if everyone knows you are a girl...", I said, matter of factly.

"Oh, I'm sure my parents will take me shopping for girl's clothes once they know the truth. If not I can always wear one of Wendy's dresses. Wendy's mom let me wear one of her dresses over the weekend and said I could use it anytime I wanted!", Chris said.

"So have you figured out how to tell them yet?", I asked.

"No. But I've got about five minutes to think of something. Because when the pool-lady called just now, my parents were actually home! They told me they were going to surprise me and come home a day early. Somehow I don't think *I* am going to be the one who is surprised though!!", Chris said.

We were quiet for several seconds, and pretty soon both of us were watching cartoons. A few minutes later we heard Chris's parents talking to the Attendant.

The Attendant said, "Your daughter was involved in a small incident today. She is fine. Some boys pulled off her swimming suit and..."

"I think you have made a mistake", Chris's mom said, "we have a son, not a daughter."

"Well she gave us your phone number to call...", the Attendant said.

"The child must have made a mistake and given you our number instead of her own.", Chris's mom said.

"Just a minute", the Attendant said. She walked back into the Office and motioned Chris to come with her. Chris got up and went.

"Is this your daughter?", the Attendant said.

"That is our SON.", Chris's dad said with heavy emphasis on the last word.

"Whatever you say - I'm not going to argue with you", the Attendant said, "anyway, some boys pulled off h... His swimming suit and threw it over the fence. We were able to retrieve the suit and discipline the boys involved -- they will not be allowed back in the pool for the rest of the season. Your... son... is fine there was no harm done."

The attendant opened the door and let Chris out.

"Thank you.", Chris's mom said.

"Your Welcome", said the attendant as she closed the door and got back behind her window.

As Chris and her parents were walking away, the attendant said, "You know, there's a really good Doctor downtown who specializes in this sort of thing, I could give you his number if you want."

"What are you talking about?", Chris's dad asked, somewhat angrily.

"Nothing, sorry" said the attendant. Then she muttered under her breath, "Fine if you don't want help, I won't give it..."

I heard Chris mentioning Wendy's party to her parents as they walked towards their car. I sure hoped Chris would get to go to the party, it just wouldn't be the same without Chris there.

My grandma arrived to pick me up a few minutes later. We stopped at home and had a small snack, and before long, it was time to leave for the party.

CHAPTER 19: The Party

We drove over to Wendy's house. She lived only a few streets from me so it didn't take long to get there. As I got out of the car, my Grandma said, "Have lots of fun, dear. Call me on the phone when you are ready to be picked up, I'll be home the rest of the night."

As I went inside, I saw Wendy, Shelly, Annie, Chris, and Denise. They were watching some cartoons on the TV. I joined them. After a few minutes, Wendy grabbed my hand and was trying to get me to go with her down the hall into one of the other rooms. She kept up, and as soon as the cartoon we were watching had ended, I finally went with her.

We walked down the hall and into her bedroom. She closed the door and locked it, and asked me to sit on the bed. She reached down under the bed and pulled her magic toolset out, and opened it. She took one of the penises out and closed the toolset. I noticed it was mine... Wendy came over to the bed and sat down next to me. She held my former penis in her hand and slowly rolled it around between her fingers, admiring it like some people would admire fine jewelry.

"Your's really is a nice weenie. Its my favorite. Its the best weenie I've ever seen. Thank you so very much for letting me have it.", she said. Then she kissed me on cheek.

I didn't quite know how to react. I was kind of in heaven because Wendy just kissed me. I felt kind of nice and warm all over and got a little touch of that "butterflies in your stomach" feeling. I also felt my vulva getting a little warm and a little wet again -- It sure seemed to do that a lot. I didn't mind though, it felt kind of nice when it happened.

At the same time I was also a little perturbed over this whole situation. Seeing my penis in Wendy's hand like that, knowing it was no longer between my legs, and not feeling anything as she touched it, gave me this strange feeling sort of like fear mixed with awe. It was completely surreal.

After a few more seconds, Wendy turned to me and said, "You know, my mom ran your weenie through the Processor last night. So I was going to offer to put it back on you again... I really was. But you have no place left to put it anymore."

She handed the penis to me. I took it and looked at it in much the same way she did. At first it felt really strange to be holding my own penis, or at least what used to be my penis, in my hands. But my penis was somewhat cold though, and obviously lifeless. The second I took it in my hands, it really felt like I was touching someone else's penis or something, because I (obviously) felt nothing from between my legs as I touched it. Something strange happened inside me as I held it. I don't know how to describe it, other than to say that at that moment, I became totally detached from it.

I brought the penis up for a closer look. It was probably about 3/4 of the way erect. Not quite full size, but definitely swollen a little more than my penis would normally have been in its non-erect state when it was still attached to my body. As I sat there holding my former penis, I longed for it to be connected to me just one more time, and for Wendy to be playing with it and making me feel good. I dwelled on these thoughts for a short time and felt my vulva getting even more swollen and wet, to the point where I was almost sure I was starting to wet my pants. This sudden increase in wetness broke me out of my thoughts.

I started to think about my vulva instead. How much I liked the way it looked. How much I liked the way I looked now when I was naked. How I even liked the way it felt. Then I went back to thinking about having a penis again.

So many conflicting thoughts... But they only lasted a short time as I reminded myself that there was no way I could be turned back into a boy again. All I was holding in my hand was a piece of the past. A past that I would never again be a part of. I took one last good look at my former penis, and rubbed and felt it one last time... Then I handed it back to Wendy.

Wendy turned to me and said, "Are you happy?"

"Um, yeah, why?" I asked.

"I mean are you really, really, happy that you are a girl now?", Wendy asked.

The many mixed thoughts rose up again, and I pondered on them some more. Was I really, truly, happy that I was a girl now? I most certainly liked the vulva I now had. And I really would like to try wearing a dress. Just once. A red one with white ruffles and black leather shoes like that one I imagined myself wearing last year. But I really didn't want to wear a dress every day. I didn't even want to wear girl's clothes every day. And I still didn't want to grow up and be a mommy, I wanted to be a daddy... But none of that mattered anymore. I was a girl now, and there was no going back to being a boy again.

I was just about to answer Wendy. But by then, she had lost her patience. She spoke up before I was able to get any words out.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to turn you into a girl. I really didn't. I was just going to trade you for a different weenie. That was my only intention.", she said, and she sounded very sincere, maybe even a little remorseful or sad.

After a short pause, Wendy continued speaking, "The only reason you turned into a girl was because you took too long to pick out a new..."

I interrupted her, "Wendy, I WANTED to turn into a girl, remember? I made my decision. Remember what I told you at the very end? I said to leave me this way and let me turn into a girl. That I wanted to be smooth down there and have a slit, just like you do... And, yes, I am happy that I am a girl now."

There I said it. But I'm not sure if I totally believed it.

Right then we heard the doorbell ring off in the distance. Wendy jumped up and grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards her bedroom door.

"Come on, come on!", she said.

"Who is it?", I asked.

"Its a surprise, you'll see", she answered.

We both ran back into the living room then into the sitting room. Wendy's mom and the other kids were already congregated there at the door.

"Here is our surprise guest!", Wendy's Mom said, as she let this new person in.

It was Amy! I hadn't seen her since that incident with the scissors, a few months before the end of the previous school-year. I was pretty sure none of the other kids had seen her since that time either. Even though she wasn't really a close friend of mine, it was kind of good to see Amy again. We all exchanged pleasantries, telling Amy we were happy to see her, asking how she was doing, what it was like at the new school, and such. Then we all settled down to continue watching the cartoons.

At one point Wendy took Amy aside and they went into the hallway. I assume they went into Wendy's bedroom, but I don't know for sure because I didn't follow them. They were gone for several minutes, then came back into the living room with the rest of us. Right about then the cartoons were over. We all talked for a bit, then decided to play Hide and Seek. Wendy's house was really big, with many rooms, playing Hide and Seek was going to be really fun.

CHAPTER 20: Hide and Seek

We all did some kind of a jingle or rhyme mixed with a guessing game to figure out who would be "it" first. Chris lost, so she was "it". She started counting and we all ran off.

At the very end of a hallway, there was a large bedroom. In this large bedroom, was a walk-in closet. The closet was full of various coats, dresses, and other clothing which nicely obscured the entrance. Even with the closet door totally open, from the outside you couldn't see in. Not only that but the closet was an "L" shape, and went back in away from the door. There was enough stuff in there, that three kids could have easily hid inside. I thought it to be the perfect place to hide. So into the closet I went. I started rummaging through the boxes and clothes, trying to find a good way to conceal myself.

About 3 seconds after I had gone into the closet, someone else came into the room. I heard the bedroom door close and lock. A few seconds after this, Amy came into the closet... She pulled the string to turn the light on, and walked over to where I was. She reached her hand into her purse. With a grin, she brought my former penis out of her purse and held it right up in front of my face.

"Wendy told me.", Amy said, "I want to see..."

I was kind of embarrassed, and kind of mad, but I didn't say anything.

After a second or two, Amy put the penis back into her purse and said, "Come on, pull your pants down. Let me see it. The door is locked so no one else will come in here. It is just you and me."

"I'm not taking my clothes off in front of you." I said.

"If you do, I'll take mine off too." she said.

It was a somewhat tempting offer. If I were still a boy I'm sure I would have went for it. But since I was a girl down there too now, and had seen a handful of vulvas already that day, this was no longer the big treat it would have once been for me.

"No" I said.

"I'll let you play with mine...", Amy pleaded, "You can do anything you want."

I almost went for it. But held my ground. I guess I was still mad at her for trying to cut my penis off with that pair of scissors last year...

Before I could speak to her again, Amy whined, "Come on, please? I'll even kiss your coochie and give it a few licks."

That got my attention. What was she talking about? I had never heard of anyone kissing someone else between the legs. Much less "giving them a few licks". I became very curious about this.

"Why would I want you to kiss and lick something pee comes out of?" I asked.

"You mean you don't know? Because it feels really good. Its the very very very best feeling in the whole world when someone licks your coochie.", Amy replied.

The thought seemed pretty disgusting to me. But I remembered some of the good feelings I had felt recently while playing around with my vulva. Could having someone lick it feel better? I had to find out...

"OK, but you have to take your clothes off first then I will take mine off", I said.

Amy had her pants and panties down before I even finished my sentence, and was making short work of her shirt. After a few more seconds, Amy was standing in front of me, totally naked, not a stitch of clothing on her anywhere. She wasn't quite as cute as Wendy, but was still pretty good-looking, and had a very nice body.

I enjoyed seeing her naked, it felt good. I also felt my vulva getting hot and wet again for probably the tenth time that day...

I started to take my clothes off. Soon I was dressed only in my boy's underwear. It was so loose and baggy in the front that Amy could probably easily get a full view of my vulva if I just moved the wrong way. I stood there for a second or two. Then I reached up to pull my underwear down...

Amy quickly brought her hands up to mine. "May I?" she asked.

I moved my hands away and let Amy pull my underwear down. Which she did with much enthusiasm. As my smooth and obviously female groin started to come into view, Amy started to laugh. She quickly pulled my underwear all the way down.

"Oh wow! Its really true!! You totally are a girl now! You really really are! You really do have a coochie!", Amy exclaimed as she brought her head down towards my groin for a closer look.

"Yeah, I really do have a coochie now.", I said matter-of-factly.

Amy reached into her purse and pulled my former penis out again, then proclaimed loudly, "And this really IS your weenie!". Then back to a normal voice, she continued "or at least it WAS your weenie before."

Amy was quiet for several seconds, looking at my former penis, then at my vulva, then back again. She held my former penis up next to my vulva. Then she ran her other hand over and around my vulva. Her sudden touch down there made me jump. She began feeling me up all over my groin, spread open my slit, and felt around inside it.

All her touching felt pretty good. But it was short-lived. After a few more moments, Amy's curiosity was satisfied. She brought her hands down and put my former penis back into her purse again.

"You can't even tell you used to be boy! Yours looks and feels normal just like every other girl. I can hardly believe it. I thought Wendy was just joking around... But everything she said was true! She really did cut off your weenie, and it really did turn you into a girl.", Amy said seriously.

"Yeah", I said very flatly, with no emotion

Then Amy started to laugh again, and said "She made you pay, just like we said we would last year! Cut off your weenie and turned you into A GIRL!".

She started to put her pants back on, but I stopped her. "Hold on, Amy, you said you would let me see and play with your coochie, and that you would kiss and lick mine."

"Oh yeah, I did, huh?", Amy said. She got down on her knees and brought her face up to my groin again. Then she wrapped her hands up around my butt, opened her mouth, pressed it into my vulva, and licked...

I just about fell off my feet.

The feeling was incredible, it just felt so good there simply aren't any words that can describe it. But that was just the beginning. Within a second, Amy licked again, then again, and again. She kept licking and licking. Soon I was almost lost in the warm and wonderful pleasure I was feeling. When I was a boy, I had felt some very nice pleasure before from playing with my penis or having others play with my penis. But it was never as intense and mind-blowing as this. This felt better than anything I had ever felt in my entire life. I fell back onto a pile of clothes and spread my legs wide. Amy got right back on me and kept up her onslaught. I closed my eyes, totally lost in the wonderful sensations I was feeling.

As she continued to lick me, I began to think... I was so glad that I had girl parts now, and could feel such wonderful pleasure, like this. Way more than anything I could ever feel as a boy. And no more balls that could so easily be hurt. I again got thinking that, even if they figured out a way to turn me back into a boy, I wouldn't want too. I would choose to stay this way, to keep my vulva. Even if it meant I would have to grow up and be a woman... This was just too good to pass up! Of course since there was no way for them to change me back into a boy, this was a pointless line of thinking. I was a girl, now and for the rest of my life. Sooner or later I would have to face this fact and start acting like one, and dressing like one. It was not something I was looking forward to. I just wanted to continue being a boy, but keep the vulva. Was that really too much to ask?

I enjoyed Amy's licking for just a little longer. Then she stopped.

After a short time I recovered. I got up, and approached Amy. She laid back on the pile of clothes where I just was. I started to play with her vulva. I even thought about maybe licking it, like she did with me. But the idea still just seemed totally disgusting... Even so, after all the pleasure Amy had just caused me to experience, I felt I owed her. I had just about gotten over my inhibitions, and was lowering my head down towards her groin to lick her slit...

But then someone knocked on the door a few times. We had to put our clothes on quickly and get out of the closet, to go see who it was.

Wendy's mom was at the door, she told us we all had to either go play in Wendy's bedroom, or move our games outside, because more adults were coming over and they were all going to talk in the living room. All us kids decided that outside was the better choice.

Once we were all outside, we played a few more rounds of hide-and-seek. Just as we were finishing one, Amy's mom stopped by to pick her up. We all said our goodbyes. Then Amy got in the car with her mom and they drove off. I wondered if Amy still had my penis in her purse, or if she had given it back to Wendy...

Shortly after Amy left, Shane came by on his bike and noticed all of us out in the yard. He rode over to where we were, got off his bike, and walked straight over to Wendy.

Shane kinda liked Wendy too, just like I did. He used to always try to talk to her, and tell her she was pretty and stuff. But he was generally a real jerk to the rest of us kids. The only time he was ever nice to us was if Wendy was around, and he wasn't with the rest of the BBs. Like now.

I never did like Shane because he was always so cruel and mean to me. To all of us. But when he used to talk nice to Wendy, it would make me very angry and I would really start to hate him. I guess I was just jealous. I don't know if Wendy actually liked Shane or not. But I am pretty sure she knew it bothered me, and because of this she would totally play into Shane's advances. Just to make me mad at him.

Shane gave Wendy his usual flood of compliments. She talked him into playing hide and seek with us. Which he did. She even convinced him to be "it" since he was the newcomer. We all ran our separate ways to try to hide from Shane.

To my surprise, Wendy ran off with me. We went behind these tall bushes next to the Garage. It was a very good hiding place as long as you were small enough to fit back there. Which both of us were. We crawled back in there. I was really happy at my good fortune -- I was alone with Wendy! Sure it was only going to be for a minute at most (then we'd have to run to the safe zone). But that was a minute I would enjoy.

Before I could say anything, Wendy spoke out, "Lets turn Shane into a girl!"

I liked the idea. A lot. But then I got to thinking about the whole permanence thing. How Shane would be stuck a girl for the rest of his life and would be forced against his will to grow up and become a woman. Like me... Believe me, I wanted to get Shane, and get him good. But what I really wanted to do was just beat the hell out of him, teach him a good, hard, and very painful lesson... To permanently turn him into a girl was too much, even for a mortal enemy like Shane. I couldn't go for that.

"No, Wendy, that is permanent." I said.

"Well he doesn't need to know that. I can just tell him we'll make him a boy again on Friday just like we told all the other boys.", Wendy answered.

She wasn't getting the full magnitude of what I was saying. So I tried to explain it better. "If we turn him into a girl, then he will have to grow up and be a mommy. I hate Shane. But that is too much, even for him! I'd rather just kick his balls or something, just to teach him a lesson.", I said.

Wendy started to recall all the rotten and humiliating things Shane had done to me over the past year and a half since I started school. At least all the things she knew about... As she did this, my anger towards Shane grew into heated rage. I wanted to kill him. Then, as a final persuasion, she mentioned the incident with Chris at the pool.

"...And what about today at the pool? It was Shane's idea to pull Chris's pants down.", Wendy said.

That pushed me over the edge. I wanted revenge. Now, there was truly nothing too bad for the likes of Shane. Not even being permanently turned into a girl. He deserved to be punished most severely.

Wendy continued speaking, "After all these things Shane has done to you and your friends, don't you think its about time we all did something to him to make him pay? Like turn him into a girl?"

"Yes!", I said with anger in my voice.

Wendy smiled. We were both quiet for a few seconds. I cooled off a bit.

"So how are we going to get him to take his clothes off?", I asked.

"Oh, leave that to me. I know just the thing.", Wendy said, "Shane loves to play Doctor!"

"By the way, how did you know about the pool today? You weren't there.", I asked.

"Annie told me. She was at the pool today and saw the whole thing happen.", Wendy said, "She got here just a few minutes before you did."

Just then we heard the others calling our names, and got out from our hiding place. Wendy wasted no time. As soon as she got back with the others, she suggested we all go into her bedroom and play Doctor. We all thought that was a swell idea, especially Shane who looked around the group lustfully, keenly aware that the girls outnumbered the boys by more than 2 to 1 (from his perspective, at least -- He had no idea that I was also a girl, that he was the only boy in the group).

As we walked back towards the house, Chris's parents pulled up and Chris had to go home. His parents were going to take him out to dinner. We said our goodbyes and headed into the house. I was sad to see Chris go so early, and tempted to call my Grandma to come pick me up. But the anticipation for what we were about to do overwhelmed me. I simply had to stay to see what would happen...

CHAPTER 21: Playing Doctor

Shelly, Annie, Wendy, Shane, and I walked into the house, down the hall, and into Wendy's bedroom. Wendy locked the door. We had a small discussion about who would be who. Shane insisted on being the first "patient"... We all, of course, had no problem with that. Wendy ended up being the lead "doctor". Shelly, Annie, and I were all "assistants".

I had heard that Shane was a taker-not-a-giver. In other words, he liked others to play with his genitals a whole lot, but would always return the favor (and play with other's genitals) only half-heartedly and only for a very short time. His insistence on being the first "patient" only reinforced this rumor.

We started our little game...

"OK, take off your clothes and get up on the bed", Wendy said to Shane.

Shane started to take his clothes off. Then he stopped.

"I want all you girls to take your clothes off first.", he said.

A second later, Shane pointed at me and said, "But not you. You keep your clothes on. I have no interest in looking at other guy's weenies!".

If he only knew the truth... I was actually kind of glad Shane said that because I didn't want him to know I was really a girl. He would, no doubt, find some cruel way to make fun of me about it, and blab it to the whole school. Unlike Chris, I didn't want the world to know!!

After all the girls were totally naked head to toe, and Shane got a good look at each of them, then he finally undressed. Even though Shane was only 9 or 10, he already had a few little dark hairs down there, just above the base of his penis. His boy parts were a lot larger than I would have expected too. His penis was probably a full four inches tall and a good half-inch in diameter. It was easily two or three times the size of my former penis. As I looked around at everyone else, I suddenly felt strange because I was the only one in the room who still had my clothes on.

Shane got up on the bed and laid down. Wendy walked up and grabbed his penis with both hands and started to squeeze it and move it around. Annie and Shelly each grabbed one of Shane's balls and started to move them around and gently squeeze them. Shane just lay there with his eyes closed, enjoying it all. I stood there there and watched, holding myself back from punching those balls. Oh, how I wanted to...

Wendy motioned for Shelly to take Shane's penis, and went under her bed to get out her toolset. Annie went over to Wendy's closet, opened it, grabbed a big blue sheet, and brought it over to the bed.

Shortly after this, Shane asked them to stop playing with his penis and start slapping his balls, but not too hard. Shelly and Annie did what they were told. Shane kept saying a little harder, a little harder, until Shelly and Annie were hitting him hard enough to make audible noise, and Shane jumped a little each time they did. I couldn't believe Shane liked this sort of rough play. When I was still a boy I would have never wanted someone to hit me in the balls like that! Even if it wasn't very hard.

Soon Wendy had the toolset all opened up on the floor. She motioned for the two girls to stop slapping Shane's balls.

Shane said, "Hey why did you stop?"

Wendy said, "Because I'm going to do something very special. But first I need to examine you."

Wendy rolled Shane's balls around and squeezed them. Then she jacked Shane off a few times.

While Wendy was doing this, Annie gave one side of the sheet to Shelly and grabbed the other side of it.

Then Wendy said, in a deep voice, "Hmmm... Thats just what I thought..."

Shane played along, "Oh Doctor, is it serious?"

Wendy said, still in the deep voice, "Yes, I'm afraid so. You have a very serious case pee-pee-itis."

Shane said, "Oh no Doctor, what can we do?"

Then Wendy loudly announced, "Only one thing! We need to operate!! Assistants, raise the shield!"

With that, Shelly and Annie draped the sheet across Shane's stomach, and held it up like a curtain, completely blocking Shane's view of Wendy, and of his groin. As soon as the 'shield' was up, Wendy went straight to work. She got the tool out and started to put it around Shane's penis.

Shane suddenly got a little worried, "Wait what are you doing?"

Wendy said, in the deep voice, "Now, now, let the good Doctor do his work."

Shane said, voice raised, "Get this sheet out of the way. Let me see!!!"

Wendy said, this time back in her normal voice, "Shane this is going to feel really really good, and I am sure you will like it. But the sheet stays up. Its my house, my game, my rules. If you don't want me to do this, then we will all stop playing Doctor right now, and put all our clothes back on. Your choice."

After hearing this, Shane stopped fighting and let Wendy continue with no further resistance. We all watched as Wendy got the tool around Shane's penis and began to squeeze the handle's closed. Shane made a moaning noise and started to bring his hands up.

"Hang on Shane its going to feel really good soon. Trust me. Just a little longer!", Wendy said.

Soon she had squeezed the handles all the way closed, and Shane's penis suddenly was off. Wendy quickly painted the preserver solution on it and reached for the Gynoaccel. I walked over there waving my hands back and forth to tell her "no" or "stop". Without saying a word, I pointed to smallest penis in her toolset. Denise's former penis (which was only about 3/4 of an inch long and barely the width of a crayon). I then pointed to Shane's penis-less groin.

Wendy gave me a quick thumbs up and nodded "yes". She opened the Magic Healing Glue, grabbed the tiny penis, painted some glue on it, and stuck it to Shane's groin.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!", Shane yelled as the glue took effect.

Wendy said, in the deep voice, "Mister Shane, I am happy to say the operation was a complete success. Your pee-pee-itis is cured! Assistants, remove the shield!"

The two girls pulled the sheet off of Shane's stomach, revealing his new micro-penis to him...

(part 6 coming very soon!)