The three-day weekend had finally come. I was excited to have an extra day off of school. I awoke that Friday morning with my nightshirt rolled way up. Totally naked and completely exposed, I was suddenly very afraid my parents would come in and discover that I wasn't exactly a boy down there anymore... But an instant later I remembered that now they knew. As of last night, my little secret was no longer a secret with them. I felt so relieved.

I was feeling very "masculine" that morning. I found myself continuously thinking about my penis, wishing I had it back. This was odd to me because just the other day I was happy to be a girl, and ready to completely accept that. Now here I was wanting to be a boy again. I was having more doubts than I'd ever had since this whole thing happened. My mind was in chaos. I kept telling myself, "no the change is permanent. I am a girl now. There is no way to go back to being a boy, the coochie is there to stay." Even though I knew this was true, it didn't help. Thoughts of my penis kept returning throughout the day.

That afternoon, my parents put up a large mirror in my bedroom, at my mom's suggestion, "just in case I wanted to see how I looked". It was quite large, almost the full height of the wall, and several feet across. It started from behind my door, and spread over nearly half the wall. With the door closed I could look in that mirror and see myself from almost anywhere in the room. I thought it was kind of interesting but it seemed a little too big.

We went to see a movie that evening. Got home late at night, and I went right up to my room and went right to bed. I wore the nightshirt again. But I just wore it because it was comfortable, and it was there. I didn't feel "feminine" at all, like I had the night before. That "masculine" feeling was still there. I still wished I was a boy down there again. But I didn't give this much thought. I was so tired I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I got up Saturday morning, got out of bed, and couldn't help but see myself in the large new mirror. I just couldn't believe how much I looked like a girl especially dressed in that nightshirt. But I was still feeling "masculine". I didn't feel "feminine" at all, not even a little bit. I didn't want to be a girl at all. I quickly and sort of angrily took off the nightshirt and threw it aside. Then I looked in the mirror again.

Ahh so much better, I looked a lot more boyish now...

I took a few steps away from the bed, over to the dresser-drawers, to get out some clothes. As soon as I got a little ways in front of them, I was of course able to see my full body in the mirror... And my obviously female groin. My coochie, the girl-slit I had liked so much over the past several days... But this morning it was an abomination, an insult. I didn't want a vulva anymore. I wanted to be a boy again. Not a "coochie boy", a "real boy". I wanted that little piece of flesh dangling between my legs. I really, really wanted my penis back, more than anything.

I grabbed my box of crayons, got Mr. Red out, washed him, and stuck him in my vagina again like I had that one morning. There, that was better. I looked at my handiwork in the mirror. Not perfect at all, but at least I did look a little more like a boy that way. I put my boys underwear on, and looked again in the mirror.

Ah, now that was nice.

Just seeing myself in boy's underwear, with that little bump sicking out down there, felt so much better. I put on the rest of my clothes -- boy's clothes -- and went on with the rest of my day. I was determined to keep that crayon in me all day, and maybe even all night.

It was fine for part of the morning. I went to go play in the local park. It felt so good to be walking around with a "penis" between my legs again. With every step I took, I could feel that crayon pushing and rubbing against the walls of my vagina. I pressed on my crotch a few times and enjoyed the fact that I could feel something sticking out down there. At times it was a little bit uncomfortable, but I was able to live with it.

There was this girl at the park, named Michelle, who had been very friendly with me all morning. She was probably two years older than me, but a little short for her age, so she was the same height as me. We quickly became friends. More than friends actually. Pretty soon she started calling me her boyfriend, and wanting to hold my hand a lot. I found that a little strange, but I went along with it. Also, I liked the fact that she kept referring to me as a boy. That felt good to me.

It wasn't too long before the crayon got irritating and started to itch. I had to excuse myself to the restroom. Fortunately, no one was in there!!! I took the crayon out, and washed it and my hands carefully and rinsed it really well. Then I sat on the toilet and rested for a minute or two. I slowly, gently, put the crayon back in, and was able to keep it there without further discomfort.

As soon as I got out of the restroom, Michelle was waiting for me. We played together a little more. I sat down for a moment, and all of the sudden found her sitting on my lap.

"Why are you sitting on my lap?", I asked.

"My older sister always does this to her boyfriend. She says its a lot of fun!" Michelle giggled. Then she whispered, "I can feel your pee-pee!" and started to laugh.

Michelle began to rock back and forth a little, with her butt pressing into my crotch. I suddenly felt a little pop and felt the crayon go way far inside. It hurt, but felt really really good at the same time. I pushed my crotch up into her and felt the crayon slide in just a little more. Michelle gasped for a moment.

"Oh! Where'd it go?", she exclaimed.

She quickly got up off me just a little and brought her hand up and gave my crotch a really good squeeze and kneading.

"Uh oh did I break your pee-pee off?" she said with kind of a laugh but also with some genuine concern.

"No they get big sometimes, and sometimes they get small again. It just went small, thats all.", I answered.

She pressed her hand in even harder. I was afraid she was going to feel my slit and find out I had a coochie down there. But just then her fingers found the crayon, at least the small part that was still sticking out of my slit.

"Ah, there it is. You're right it did go small. Aww poor little boy!", laughed Michelle.

She got off of me, stood up, and took a step back. Just then her parents pulled up and she had to leave.

It was just as well. I really wanted to go back to the restroom as soon as possible to find out what happened with the crayon...

I noticed some blood on the crayon and around my slit, which scared the hell out of me. Unfortunately, a little of it got on my panties. That only added to my fear, because now I would have to explain it to my mom. I wiped the crayon and cleaned up my slit really well, and decided I had better keep the crayon out. That bothered me, a little. I really wanted to leave it in. Just a bit longer. But I was too afraid I might seriously injure myself. I went back home, with the crayon in my pocket, and no more "penis" between my legs. In a way, Michelle had turned me from a boy into a girl again. Sort of like what Wendy had done.

I had been trying to keep the morning's little incident a secret. But I was so worried about the blood that I couldn't keep the secret for long. I soon broke down and told my mom about it. Sort of. I left out a few details.

"Mom... Is it bad if I put stuff inside my coochie?", I asked.

"What kind of stuff?", my mom answered.

"Well like a crayon or a toy or something. I found a little hole down there and sort of... Stuck a crayon inside.", I said.

"Is it still in there?", my mom asked.

"No I got it out. But it was bleeding a little.", I answered.

"Does it hurt right now?", she asked.

"No, not at all.", I said.

"Is it still bleeding?", she asked.

"No", I said.

"Well if it hurts or itches at all, even a little, let me know right away.", she said. Then a little more sternly, "And in the future do not put things in there."

"Is it going to hurt me because I put the crayon in?", I asked.

"No. But you really, really, should not put anything in there again in the future", my mom said, again kind of stern.

I was very relieved.

By the evening, the whole "I want to be boy again" feeling had greatly subsided. The fact that I had to take the crayon out earlier no longer bothered me, but I still kind of wanted my penis back. I also felt a little unsure about wearing the nightshirt, and almost went for my boy pajamas. Almost. But the nightshirt was already out, and the boy pajamas were in the drawer. I was very tired again and it just seemed like too much work to get the pajamas out. I put on the nightshirt and was soon asleep.

CHAPTER 40: Past and Present

That night I had a really strange dream. I was a boy again, a real boy with a penis, like I had been before Wendy used the Magic Toolset on me. I was in the park, playing with Michelle, just like I had been during the day. I started to get an erection, so I sat down. Michelle sat on my lap and started moving back and forth just like she did before. I could feel my hard penis being pushed and bent by her butt pressing into me. It felt really nice.

Then all of the sudden she sat up just a bit, and then back down hard. I felt a hard snap, or crack, from down there, and I instantly knew what happened...

She broke my penis right off!

There could be no doubt. I felt it fall, tumbling down the front of my ball sack, and "landing" at the bottom. I could feel the warm outline of my now-detached penis pressing against the bottom of my ball sack and my perineum. At the same time I could feel a certain coldness, very mild itching, and a vague sense of "something missing" up where my penis used to be. It was a rather unusual sensation, but a pleasant one. I'm not sure how to explain it.

Michelle continued her grinding just as she had before, and just like before she made the comment about breaking my weenie off. Only this time, she wanted to see my broken-off weenie.

Michelle turned around and started to un-do my pants. I didn't try to stop her. She quickly got my pants down, then pulled my underwear off. My penis rolled out onto the ground. Michelle laughed for just a moment, then she became genuinely concerned.

"I'm really sorry I broke off your weenie. I didn't mean too. Maybe we can glue it back on or something.", she said, as she picked the penis up off the ground.

I looked at my penis-less groin. It looked the same as it did right after Wendy used the Toolset on me. Then I looked at former penis, now in Michelle's hand.

"Its a really nice weenie. Can I keep it?", asked Michelle.

Before I could answer, the penis sprouted a small pair of wings and flew away, right out of her hands. We both watched in stunned amazement. Michelle tried to grab it, but the flying penis was too quick for her. In no time, it was several feet above our heads, like some fast-moving insect. Soon, the flying penis went over the treetops and off into the blue sky, out of sight.

I looked back down at my groin. Now, not only was my penis gone, but my balls and their sack was gone too. I was a girl down there again.

Michelle noticed this, and exclaimed, "Well, I guess you're my girlfriend now, huh?"

Then I woke up.

Sunday morning, I was back to my "normal" self. No more desires to have my penis back. I didn't feel "feminine" or "masculine" or anything. I was just me again.

I took off the nightshirt, and looked at myself in the big new mirror again. I took a few steps closer to get a better look. Man I looked nice, all smooth everywhere, especially down between the legs. So nice to not have a penis sticking out, to not have any more "boy parts" dangling down there. I was pleased to be a "coochie boy".

I took another step closer and just stared at my vulva for a few moments. I really did like the way it looked, a lot. All those thoughts I had the first day this happened came back again. I was more than just pleased, I was happy!

The rest of the day passed, and night came. I went to bed and I wore the nightshirt, there wasn't even a question over wearing it this time.

I got up Monday morning for School. My mom had again layed out both the girl's panties and my boy's underwear on the bed with the rest of my clothes, allowing me to freely choose which one to wear. I recalled how I had been a "real girl" for a day at the nude beach, and as I dwelt on those memories for a few moments, I was very very tempted to try on the panties. But I shook it off... Panties were for girls, and I was not a girl!! But as I looked down at my naked groin my mind was filled with doubt.

"I'm still a boy, even though I have a coochie down there like girls do, I am still a boy!", I thought to myself. But still the doubt was there, strong as ever.

"Coochie boy", I kept telling myself over and over again, "A boy with a coochie, but still a BOY."

But the doubt was winning. In the back of my mind I sort of knew I really was a girl now, and this whole "coochie boy" thing I was holding onto was just a big farce... My eyes weren't deceiving me, looking down at my body they saw a girl, and deep down I knew that's what I was. But still I refused to believe it, and desperately held onto that "coochie boy" idea.

I broke myself out of my thoughts, and started to get dressed...

I went with the boys underwear, of course.

In the new mirror, I could see myself standing there in my boy's underwear, and as long as I didn't look too closely at the slightly loose-hanging and noticeably flat front, I still did look pretty much like a boy. It was passable.

Every day that week, my mom put both the panties and the underwear out just as she had been doing. A few mornings I considered trying the panties, "just once". Not to wear to school, just to put them on and see what they were like and how they looked on me. Then take them off again. Twice I had even dwelt on this thought for a while and tried to imagine what it would actually be like to wear panties. But even on those days, I never tried them. I still ended up wearing my boy's underwear.

At school, the week went by fairly uneventful. No more girls poking fun at us. No more of the "sexual antics and escapades" which had characterized the previous few weeks since Wendy and her friends used the toolsets. All back to normal. As if it never happened. Except that now there were 10 boys in the class (actually 9 if you counted Chris as a girl now), and NO PENISES on any of them!! In fact, there were no penises in the classroom at all. It was a "penis-free zone". One afternoon I imagined a sign hanging on our classroom door, with a picture of a penis in the middle, surrounded by one of those red circles with the diagonal line going through it. I almost laughed out loud thinking of that.

Also, since Chris and Andy's Moms had called around, all the boys in my class knew that all the other boys in the class had their penises removed, too. Everyone's secret was out, and thus everyone was free to talk about it. But the secret stayed in our classroom, as far as I know. No one told anyone else in the other classrooms about it. The talk was mainly about us former boys discovering things about the vulvas we now had between our legs. What you could do with that funny little slit. Different places to touch, different ways to make it feel good, and even different things you could put inside of it (but only a little because if you pushed things in too far it would hurt, as I had discovered earlier with the crayon). It wasn't too long before we even got some of the original girls (that is, those who were born as girls) to join in on these conversations.

Wearing my boy's underwear, with the material hanging so loosely in the front, I continued to feel that "cool draft" on my vulva from time to time, even under my pants, especially if I moved the right way. I couldn't help but wonder if any of the other "coochie boys" felt that too. Or if their mom's had suggested that they start to wear panties. Or if, maybe, they were even wearing panties!

I brought the conversation up once, and discovered that a few of the other boy's mom had suggested panties. But most had not. Also, none of us wore panties. Except Chris, of course, but she had already fully accepted being a girl and wore dresses and bows in her hair too.

That Friday there was some kind of a meeting at the school, for all the parents of the students who had been turned into girls. I asked my Mom about it. She said the Principal and the Police were looking for Wendy's Mom, and that everyone should keep this a secret and not tell anyone else about what had happened.

The weekend was fairly normal and uneventful. It had become warm outside, and my dad and I played some catch and a few other outdoor sports. That felt really good, it made me feel like a boy again.

The following week, though, things got interesting again.

It was unseasonably warm for this time of year. Tuesday was quite hot. As I played outside that day, man did I wish the public pool was still open. I also wished I would have worn shorts instead of pants. I was uncomfortably warm all day, sweating like crazy, especially during the usual playtime after Lunch. That "cool draft" feeling on my vulva was really bad today, due to the increased moisture from all the sweat.

I was definitely going to wear shorts tomorrow!

I considered maybe wearing the panties tomorrow, too, figuring it might put a stop to the uncomfortable cool draft.

Chapter 41: Embarrassment

Wednesday morning, my mom had gotten out a pair of shorts for me to wear. A neat-looking pair of "blue-jeans" shorts that I really liked. The one odd thing about those shorts, though, was that they had always fit rather tight in the crotch, and loose in the legs.

Both the panties and underwear were out too. I almost went with the panties. I came "that close". But just couldn't bring myself to wear them. It felt too weird. I went with my boys underwear again.

As I put the shorts on, I immediately noticed something. Now that I no longer had a penis and scrotum down there, the shorts weren't so tight in the crotch anymore. They actually fit kind of nice now. Still pretty loose in the legs, though. I couldn't help but wonder if these were actually girl's shorts that my mom had somehow bought by mistake last year. The way they fit me now, with a vulva between my legs, I was convinced they were! But they didn't look "girlish" so I wasn't bothered by it.

At school that morning, during Recess, something interesting happened. Something I should have seen coming. In fact, I am surprised that it hadn't happened sooner...

I had just finished peeing in the bathroom, and as I went to zip up my shorts, my underwear got caught in the zipper. The extra material was bunched up in the front as usual (because I didn't have the boy parts to fill out the front of the underwear). This, combined with the tightness of my short's crotch, created the ideal conditions for a zipper-jam. Add in the fact that I was in a major hurry, and had pulled the zipper up fast and hard, and you've got a "zipper-jam perfect storm". It was a really tough jam. I could not get that zipper to budge one way or the other. I tried and tried, but it was stuck beyond my ability to free it.

I was standing there with my shorts partly down in the front, unsnapped, and zipper wide open, trying to think of what I should do... Then I figured out an answer to my problem - I could just go into the office and someone in there, maybe the nurse, could get it unstuck! I was about to leave the toilet stall, when things went from bad to worse.

A few other boys came into the restroom. There was at least three of them, maybe more. Now I had to wait for these other kids to leave. The last thing I wanted was for someone else to see me like this. I wasn't naked, but having my underwear showing in the front was almost just as bad. I waited and waited, and finally one of them went out, then another, then... Someone else came in. This same thing happened a few more times. Evidently, since it was getting towards the end of recess, a lot of boys were heading up to use the restroom before class started again. I waited a little longer, then finally, I gave up. There was no way around it. I was going to have to just get out of there and head over to the office as quickly as possible, and hope no one saw me, or at least that no one would make fun of me.

No such luck.

As soon as I opened the door, someone saw me and made a big deal of it. Soon all the other boys in there were pointing and laughing. It was terribly humiliating for me. I held my shorts up with one hand, got out of the bathroom, and ran to the office as fast as I safely could. I was a short distance, and once I was outside a few kids looked but fortunately no one else laughed or made comments.

I went into the Nurse's office, showed her my predicament, and asked for help. She tried to get the zipper unstuck but even she couldn't do it! She told me to lay down on her padded table. I did. She tried one last time to un-jam the zipper but was unsuccessful She then went and locked her door, and told me that the only way she could un-do the jam would be for me to take off my shorts and underwear.

I was of course trepid, uncertain, and embarrassed about this. Especially because this was an adult who didn't know about my situation, my little secret. Also, she was someone I didn't know too well. Trust wasn't an issue, I did trust her. It was just a little different than being naked in front of my parents, the doctors, or nude-beach goers who expected to see a vulva between my legs.

As I sat there thinking, the nurse said, "Ready? Here we go!" and pulled my shorts off, and my underwear with them.

It totally took me by surprise, I wasn't expecting it. There I laid, naked below the waist, with my vulva showing. A boy without a penis. A boy with a coochie between his legs. A boy who looked like a girl down there... A boy who was really a girl underneath... A girl who was pretending to be a boy...

I scolded myself for those last two thoughts! I was not a girl!!!

I had been looking straight up at the ceiling, totally lost in my conflicting thoughts. Then I became aware that all was quiet around me. Nothing was happening, everything still. I turned to look down at the School Nurse. The nurse just stood there, stunned, looking down at my groin, holding my underwear and shorts in one hand. I felt my face growing red all over as she continued to stare.

A second later the Nurse turned to look at me. Our eyes met. I turned away.

"Its OK, its OK. I know all about it. I heard about what happened Your secret is safe with me, I won't tell anyone not even the adults.", she said.

I felt a little relieved. But only a little. The Nurse took my shorts and underwear over to a table, grabbed a tweezer and some other small tools, and had the jam undone in less than a minute. She brought the underwear and shorts back to me and told me to get dressed. I did. I got up off the table to leave.

Just as I did, the Nurse asked, "So... I have to know, do you like it better being a boy or a girl? I mean which... parts... do you like better?"

Without giving it any thought, I answered, "A coochie... But I'm not a girl!"

The Nurse smiled and said, "Of course not."

"I'm a boy! I'm a boy with a coochie, but I'm still a boy!", I said.

The Nurse smiled again and nodded a 'yes', and said "Yes of course you are a boy."

I didn't believe her. Something about the way she said it. I knew she thought I was a girl.

She got up and opened the door for me, and I started to walk out the door.

"I'm a boy", I said, as I approached her.

"Yes you are. You can go back to class now.", she said.

I still didn't believe her. I wished she would agree with me. But I shortly forgot about the whole thing as I got back into class.

CHAPTER 42: Exposure

Soon it was lunchtime. It had become quite breezy outside, and the whole time we were out playing during lunch, there was a mild to moderate wind blowing across the playground. Man-oh-man, I could totally feel the "cold draft" on my vulva the whole time, more intensely than I had ever felt it before. The wind kept blowing up my shorts, and into the loose and baggy front part of my underwear. It was awful. I kept getting goose-bumps and chills.

If that weren't bad enough, as I was out there playing, one of the younger kids must have seen up my shorts at some point. He was a Kindergartener by the looks of him. I noticed that he kept trying to look up my shorts any time I did something that might allow him a glimpse Going down the slide, on the swing, on the monkey-bars, whatever I might be doing, this kid was trying to look. I found this rather annoying, and did my best to try to keep my groin hidden from him. After a few minutes he gave up and walked away. After a few more minutes, I had forgotten about him.

Then all of the sudden in one careless moment, he got what he wanted. He saw. Right up my shorts, and all the way to my vulva. There was no doubt that he saw the whole thing, and got a really good look too...

I had been up on some of the monkey-bars, and had my legs spread as I went from one set of bars to the other. I could feel that blasted cold draft between my legs again. My underwear was dangling below my vulva. The legs of my shorts were open wide on both sides, hanging low below my underwear. It was probably no more than a half-inch opening, or maybe even an inch on one side if I moved the right way, but it was enough... The wind was blowing right through the open legs, underwear, and across my vulva, as if I weren't wearing anything at all.

Then, I noticed HIM down on the ground staring up at me. That darned little Kindergartener brat, right under me looking straight up one of the legs of my shorts. He smiled really big as he looked, then started laughing and laughing. I knew he had seen my vulva. I tried to get off the monkey bars quickly, intending to run after him. But he took off running and was long gone before I had even gotten to the ground.

I got off the monkey-bars, and looked around. I spotted him. I saw that little brat whispering to another boy his age. Undoubtedly about what he had just saw. They both looked at me and started laughing. I spent most of the rest of lunch trying to get away from these two boys. Soon a third one joined them. Then a forth Kindergartener, a girl, joined them. Frustrated, I decided I had better just let them get a peak before the whole Kindergarten class started following me around the playground.

At first I tried the direct approach. I walked up to them intending to maybe get them to come with me to someplace private so I could just drop my pants and show them. Let them get a good and thorough look. Maybe that play-house where I let the girls have a look at me in return for a bunch of candy several days ago... But this idea didn't work. As soon as I approached the four Kindergarteners, they all scattered away like startled birds.

Before long they were following me around the playground again. Now there were six of them. Another boy and another girl had joined the group. I decided I would just climb up high on the monkey-bars again and wait for them to come. It worked the first time...

So I did just that. I got in the same position as I was in before, legs spread, straddling myself between two sets of bars, each foot on a different one. I even went one step further, leaning forward and to the right, reaching out to grab another bar with my hand and pretending to have some trouble with it. I figured that this would give them an even better view of their target. I didn't know for sure if it worked, but by the way the fabric felt down there, I think it did. The open left leg of my shorts was now a direct line of site right up past the loose hanging fabric of my underwear and on to my vulva. I kept my eyes straight ahead so the kids below wouldn't think I was looking at them. But I could see them just at the lower edge of my vision. I stood there in that position for a long time, I'm sure it was only a few seconds, but it seemed like a very long time. The kids all stood there below me, looking up the left legs of my shorts, one by one each of them got right under me, and each got a really good look.

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. But I was, and I was enjoying it. Somehow it felt good, really good, really really really good, to have them all looking at me like that. I could even feel my vulva getting a little warm and wet and tingly. I finally understood how Chris must have felt at the pool. I wanted to pull my shorts and underwear off right then and there, let them drop to the ground. Then stand there naked from the waist down, up high on the monkey-bars where everyone could see, and yell out to everyone in the school to look at me. "Everyone, look up here, look and see! No penis, no balls, no scrotum on me! I'm not a boy anymore. I'm not even a coochie boy. I am girl. Yes, A GIRL! Look and see the GIRL that is me!" I couldn't believe I was actually thinking this. But I was, and I actually believed every word of it. I felt a mild pleasure wash over me as I continued to dwell on these kind of thoughts.

I suddenly became aware that my other hand was around the waistband of my shorts and I had actually started to pull them down just a little. I stopped myself. No, I didn't really want to do that. I quickly brought my hand back up, then got lost in my thoughts again. More "girl" thoughts flooded through my mind. I felt very feminine, very girlish.

I heard the kids laughing below and it broke me out of my thoughts. I knew they were looking right up my short's legs and were seeing my vulva, and I loved every minute of it. Somehow it really felt good to show off to them like this, to let them see. I felt my vulva getting very warm and profusely wet. I felt a slight bit of pleasure like a mini orgasm wash over me as they continued to look.

"He has no weenie", one of the girls said.

"See I told you so", one of the boys said.

I thought about how funny it would be if a drop of water fell off my vulva and hit one of the kids in the face. I moved, positioned myself a little more sideways, so that if a drop did fall it would go all the way down to the ground rather that hit my underwear or my leg.

"Told ya he was really a girl", said the first boy, the little brat who started all of this, as he got right under me to have another look.

I couldn't help myself. I peed... I let just a little out. Not much, just a short burst, probably no more than a teaspoon at most. Most of the pee went straight down just as I had hoped, and hit that kid right in the face!!!

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!", he yelled as he quickly got out of the way and practically knocked one of the other kids over. An instant later all the other kids darted out of the way too.

"She peed on me!", the brat yelled.

All the other kids started laughing. I couldn't help but laugh too.

"You did that on purpose", the brat shouted out, "I'm going to tell!"

I said, "Go ahead and tell the yard-duty. I'll tell her you were looking up my leg, and you'll get in trouble too."

"I'm going to tell everyone you're a girl!!", he said.

I was scrambling to come up with something else to say, to try to stop him from doing this. I had done this whole thing on impulse and didn't think about the possible long term consequences. My mind raced. Then I came up with something. It was pretty weak, but it just might work.

"Go ahead, tell everyone. They already know.", I said.

The brat frowned, then turned to walk away. His little army followed suit, except for one girl who stayed behind and looked at me for a few moments, then turned away.

I was left feeling extremely feminine, more "girlish" than I had ever felt before... And also left with a very wet and warm vulva and slightly wet underwear -- mostly from the pee I had let out rather than from the developing wetness. The wind felt colder than ever now that everything was wet down there. I had to go to the bathroom to dry myself off. And pee. And play with myself too, I was horny as hell... Although at the time I didn't realize that this was "being horny" I just knew I really wanted to play with my coochie. I also thought about the fact that the one kid had just called me "she" and that the one girl said I had no weenie, and it turned me on even more.

I headed up to the boys bathroom... Then decided that this probably wasn't a good idea especially if I was going to play with myself. I had seen one kid go into the Nurse's office to use the restroom before, and decided I would try to do that. I walked in and asked the Nurse very nicely if I could please use her bathroom instead of the main one outside. She smiled and let me.

As soon as I got my pants off and got on the toilet, I couldn't keep my hands away from my vulva. I totally "went to town", the whole time thinking about how I was girl now, and thankful that my weenie was gone, and that I had a coochie, and that I could make it feel this good. I don't know how long I was in there, but it must have been too long because after a while the nurse opened the door and caught me right in the middle of masturbating myself. I stopped cold, shocked to see her standing there and very embarrassed at being seen like this.

"Is THAT why you wanted to use this bathroom?", she asked in an accusatory tone.

"Yes... I'm sorry. I'm sorry", I said practically ready to cry.

"Its OK, dear, its OK. You aren't in trouble. I heard a few gasping noises and thought you might be having trouble catching your breath so I had to come in and check on you. It is part of my job.", she said.

I felt my face growing very red, I must have been redder than a ripe beet.

"Can't you do that at home?" the nurse asked.

"Yes, but I just... I just had to do it right now", I said. I couldn't figure out how to describe what I was feeling. This was the best I could do.

"I see", said the nurse, "So tell me, did you used to play with your penis when you were still a... When you still had a penis?"

"Yeah sometimes. But it never felt as good as my coochie does. I like being a girl so much better than being a boy", I beamed.

"I thought you told me this morning that you were still a boy!", the nurse said with a bit of laugh.

"Well I was. But I'm a girl now.", I said.

"Oh, I see. And will you turn back into a boy later?", asked the nurse.

"Nope. Not this time.", I said, "I'm a girl from now on. But I'm not going to wear dresses and stuff. I'm gonna keep wearing boys clothes. A girl can wear either boys or girls clothes, whatever she wants"

"OK", said the Nurse, "You need to hurry up and get dressed again. The bell is going to ring very soon. I'll be in the other room here if you need anything."

I quickly peed, wiped myself, and left the bathroom. As I was walking out, the Nurse spoke again.

"In the future you really need to do that sort of thing at home. I'll let you use this restroom again if you need to, but only if you have to go. I don't want you using it if you feel the need to... To touch yourself.", she said.

The rest of the school day passed without incident. After school, I got heckled by the three Kindergarten boys who looked up my shorts earlier. They said over and over again, "ha-ha, ha-ha, you don't have a weenie!"

But I was saved from it, because only moments after they started, my parents came to pick me up. My mom asked me how I was doing and how was my day. I told her about the jammed zipper, the wind making a cold draft, and the kids trying to look up my shorts, and said that I think I was going to try the panties tomorrow. I didn't tell her anything about me letting the kids see, or how I enjoyed it, or how I peed a little on the one kid, or how I had decided that I was girl now and not a boy anymore. I thought that these ideas would probably bring up a lot of questions I didn't want to deal with, and probably some scolding for the peeing and voyeurism

CHAPTER 43: The Panties

The night was fairly normal and uneventful. The feminine feeling I had earlier had slowly faded during the day. It was still there, but much weaker. I still sort of felt like a girl and sort of considered myself a girl, but I was for the most part back to my normal self.

The following morning, Tuesday, I woke up and had no feminine feelings whatsoever. For a moment I thought to myself, "Am I a boy with a coochie? Or a girl who dresses and acts like a boy?" Then I shook it all off and thought to myself, "whatever. I don't care. I'm just me."

My mom had layed out my clothes, and just as she had for the past several days, she had put both the panties and the boys underwear there. Today it was finally cooling off again, back to normal late autumn temperatures, and I would be wearing pants again. So there was no worry of kids looking up my shorts, and probably no real pressing need to wear the panties.

But curiosity got the best of me, especially after my "girl" experience the day before, and I did something that only a week ago I thought I would never do in a million years...

I took off my nightshirt, and stood there completely naked. I reached out with both hands and grabbed either side of the panties. I held them up and took a brief look at them. Soft, silky, smooth, white, and shaped like, well, panties... But other than that, fairly plain. I gave them a quick shake, and put them on...

The panties weren't that bad. They actually felt kind of nice, even. They fit great. Actually more than great -- they fit perfectly! Much better than my old boy's underwear did. No more lose material in the front to get in the way when I tried to pull up my pants or tried to zip them. Plus, the panties were ever so slightly tight in the front... They pressed in and kept my coochie completely covered even if I leaned over, spread my legs, and moved around a lot (I tried all of this). Totally unlike my boy's underwear which was so lose and baggy in the front that it always left one or both sides of my coochie open to the air, and uncomfortable cold drafts!

After that first time I put the panties on, there was just no going back. I decided right then that I would wear panties instead of boy's underwear from that day onward no matter what. My mom was right. Panties were much better for coochies. I really liked the way they fit and felt. They were very comfortable. Perfect. I just loved them.

I looked down at myself. The panties on me looked a little girlish but it wasn't too bad. I could probably still pass as a boy if someone saw only part of them, like what might show if someone looked up my shorts. Or if I leaned over and the wind my shirt blew up, and someone saw the waistband.

Then I looked at myself in the new full-length mirror...

Oh God, I was SUCH a GIRL!!!

I couldn't believe it. Even more than wearing a nightshirt... Even more than seeing myself naked with a coochie instead of my boy-parts... More than running naked along the beach and being called "she" and "her"... Seeing myself in the mirror there, wearing only panties, with the tight-fitting and totally smooth and flat crotch in the front, somehow made me look more like a girl than anything else that had happened to me thus far...

I had to take the panties off. It was too much.

I pulled them down, and of course saw my vulva underneath. I looked up in the mirror and saw a GIRL with her panties down around her ankles. Both of these sights only served to amplify the "girl" thoughts I was having. It was a devastating blow to the "boy" and "coochie boy" thoughts I was trying to hold onto. I was having serious second thoughts about wearing the panties.

But then I remembered how uncomfortable that "cool draft" was, even when wearing pants... And that whole incident with the zipper... Whether I like it or not, the panties were clearly a much better choice for me than my boy's underwear. I pulled them back up.

Just then my mom rapped on the door a few times, "Hurry up, dear, or you'll be late for school."

I snapped myself out of my thoughts. I didn't have time to contemplate on this right now. I had to get the rest of my clothes on, and eat, or I would get into trouble for sure. I took one last look at that panty-wearing GIRL in the mirror, then I put on my pants and shirt -- my BOY'S pants and shirt -- ahh, there, that was much better.

After a quick breakfast, it was off to school...

Even though I was acutely aware that I was wearing panties all day long, no one else seemed to even notice. Even though it probably would have meant certain embarrassment and ridicule, I wanted someone to notice... To somehow, preferably accidentally, find out that I was wearing panties underneath and maybe even call me a girl. It was a tantalizing thought.

But nothing like that happened. It was a completely normal day.

Finally, during Lunch, I couldn't take the desire-to-be-discovered anymore, and decided I was going to go tell someone. I spotted Annie, Lisa, and Jimmy having a conversation a short distance away, and thought they would not be too threatening of a group.

As I approached them, I listened in on the conversation. It was mainly between Lisa and Jimmy.

"You mean I am NEVER going to get my weenie back, ever?", asked Jimmy.

"I'm sorry but yes. The truth is, no one knows where Wendy is.", Lisa said.

Jimmy got a mad look on his face.

"Don't get mad at me, Wendy did it!!!", Lisa complained, "I didn't do anything to you or any of the other boys, I'm innocent!"

Jimmy cooled down a little but still didn't look too happy.

There was a brief pause, then Lisa started speaking again, "Hey look on the bright side. Its not like she really turned you into a girl. All she did was give you a coochie instead of a penis. Thats only a small change. You're still a boy in every other way."

Jimmy couldn't hold himself back and burst out yelling, "A small change? ONLY A SMALL CHANGE?!?! I AM A GIRL NOW!!! Thats not a small change. I HATE THIS FUCKIN' COOCHIE! I WANT MY WEENIE BACK!!!"

Everyone was quiet for several seconds. Some of us had never heard the word "fucking" before, others had heard it, but knew it was something you were never supposed to say.

"Well even if you have a coochie, you're still a boy to me, Jimmy.", said Lisa, "And you used to be so mean. Hitting us, and pouring sand over our heads, and kicking over our dolls, and flipping up our dresses. But now that you have a coochie instead of a weenie, you are nice."

Jimmy shouted, "Having a coochie has nothing to do with it. The only reason I have been nice to all you girls was because Wendy told me I would never get my weenie back if I was mean to any of you."

Lisa replied, "I think having a coochie has everything to do with it. Look at how you aren't mad and mean anymore, not just with the girls, with everyone."

Jimmy said in a raised voice, "I don't care if having a coochie makes me nicer, and having a weenie would make me mean again. I still want my weenie back! And since I'm not going to get my weenie back anyway... I'm all done being extra-nice all to the girls."

Then Jimmy smiled a very wicked grin, and said, "Watch out girls, coochie or not, here I come!!". Then he ran off.

I asked, "Do you really think that weenies make boy's mean?"

Annie laughed and said, "Of course! Cut off the weenie, and no more meanie!"

"Who told you that?", I asked.

"Wendy's Mom", said Annie.

Lisa said, "All of a boys mean-ness is in his weenie. If you cut off the weenie, no more meanie!"

I asked, "Did she tell you anything else?"

"Yep. She said if you give a boy a coochie, he will start being really nice. Just like Jimmy.", Lisa continued, "I think any mean boy should have his weenie cut off."

Annie laughed again and said, "I think ALL boys should have their weenie cut off."

"So since girls don't have weenies, then there are no mean girls, right?", I smiled wryly, because I knew I had ruined the point they were trying to make.

Both girls frowned. Annie said, "I still think all boys should have their weenie cut off!"

Just then the bell rang, and our conversation was over.

On our way back to class, that kindergarten brat and his friend walked by me. Both of them pointed and laughed. I imagined having one of Wendy's toolsets, and using it on them... How hard would him and his friend be laughing if they were turned into girls too?

The rest of the day passed without incident.

The next morning, I was again having some second thoughts about wearing the panties. But those thoughts were quickly pushed aside when I reminded myself again of the various issues I had with the boys underwear, and how comfortable the panties were.

I continued to put on the panties every day that week. Soon there were no more second thoughts. It just became normal. By Friday, I hardly even thought about the fact that I was wearing them anymore.

But wearing the panties every day had a major effect on me psychologically. Every time went to the restroom, or took off my pants for any other reason, I saw panties, I saw a girl. Every time I pulled those panties down, and saw my vulva underneath them, it only emphasized that thought. Girl. Every time I went pee, I had to sit, like a girl. While sitting, I would look down at myself, and see my smooth skin and my smooth crotch, and the panties around my knees or ankles... I couldn't help but think "girl". Several times a day, these situations would happen, and every time the thought of being a girl would enter my mind and linger there. Soon I began to feel "feminine" almost all the time, and the feeling grew a little stronger every day.

Sunday evening, I went straight up to my room and closed and locked the door. I needed some time to just be alone and think. I took off everything except my panties, and laid down on the bed for a while. I thought about how I was wearing the panties, and was I still a "coochie boy" or was I a girl now?

Sometime later, I got up and looked at myself in the mirror again. I still couldn't believe it. I looked so much like a girl. Totally. Then I pulled down my panties, which of course brought my vulva into view. Not a trace of "boy" anywhere on me anymore.

I stood there looking in the mirror, seeing a naked girl with a pair of panties around her ankles, but with my face... In my mind I heard the words of Wendy's Mom, "There is no other way to put it -- you are a girl" echoing over and over again. Yes, that was me in the mirror, and yes there was no other way to put it, I was a girl.

I took a step or two closer, so I was standing about two feet from the mirror. Then I looked closely at myself, slowly from top to bottom then back again. For the first time I noticed something I had somehow missed before. My face somehow looked more girlish. It really did. There was some subtle change. I don't know how to explain it... But my face actually looked a little more like a girl's face would. It wasn't quite a boy's face anymore. I now had a few new little freckles, on both sides of the upper part of my cheeks. The way a few other girls in my class did... My skin, too, had changed a little. It was somehow just a little more smooth, a little more soft, a little more creamy. And my body had began to look more girlish too. My belly had changed its shape just a little tiny bit. Barely, but I noticed it. The rest of my body also had just a tiny, subtle almost unnoticeable touch of the classic "female" curves the same way many prepubescent girls do. All small and subtle changes, but definitely noticeable.

It was as if somehow I knew I had crossed over an imaginary line... I was a real girl now, and there was no way to go back... If there was any of that inner-boy left, any last bit of boy-ness I was holding onto, any last traces of thought I had that I was really still a boy even though I had a coochie... Today was the final, utterly devastating attack that destroyed it once and for all.

I finally let go of that last little bit of boy-ness that I was holding onto, and officially accepted that I was, indeed, a girl now. Not a coochie-boy, but a girl. My experience at the nude beach had just about brought me to this point, and I had believed that I was a girl for awhile. But in the end, my "inner boy" won the fight, barely. The same thing when the kindergarten kids were looking up my shorts. But not this time. This time that inner-boy had suffered a truly devastating blow that he would not be able to recover from. The boy that was me was gone forever. He wasn't coming back. From now on no matter how "masculine" or "feminine" I felt, I was and would be a girl.

As I continued to dwell on this, I could feel an odd but pleasurable feeling in my lower abdomen, way more intense than it had ever been before. It almost made me kind of nervous or shaky or something. I felt kind of a mixture of awe, fear, wonder, and amazement all rolled into one. My vulva became warm and wet. I laid back on the bed and began to play with it, masturbating myself off to sleep, thinking about being a girl the whole time as I went through waves of blissful peaks and valleys.

I woke up in the very early morning, cold and naked, sprawled out on top of my bed covers. I was feeling very feminine, so very feminine. I looked down at my vulva. I was again so glad I didn't have a penis, so glad I wasn't a boy anymore, so glad I was a girl now. I was feeling so feminine, in fact, that I decided I might actually try girls clothes today. Yes, I would no longer be a girl who dressed as a boy, I would be total girl today even my clothes... It was too early in the morning to get up yet, though. I got under the covers and went back to sleep.

When I got up again a few hours later, I was still feeling a feminine as ever, but the reality of actually wearing girl's clothing to school hit me, and I decided that maybe I'd do that someday, but not today. I may be a girl, but I was going to wear boy's clothes. Girls are allowed to do that if they want to.

I put my panties on, and the boys clothes, and went to school.

CHAPTER 43: Crime and Justice

Monday morning came and went. Soon it was recess.

I had to go to the restroom. So, I went into the boys bathroom. I really wanted to go into the girls... But I knew the Yard Duty would yell at me if I did. So I just played it cool and casually went into one of the stalls like I normally would. I sat down and peed. As I had finished and was just pulling up my panties, someone else walked in. An older kid. I quickly bent down and grabbed my pants and went to pull them up... I was suddenly aware that this kid, whoever he was, was looking at me through the crack in the door. That made me kind of mad. I quickly pulled up my pants, and waited there for the older kid to go away.

"I know what you are trying to do, kid, and I ain't leavin here till you come out", he said.

The situation had just become very bad. I waited a little longer, hoping he would just leave.

"You might as well come out, kid, because I can stay here all day long waitin' for ya!", he said, a little more agitated.

There was no point in waiting any longer. Might as well get this over with. I opened the stall door. The older kid was one of the Bbs. Paul, to be exact. Second in command of the BB gang, and far meaner than Shane. The situation had suddenly gone from bad to worse.

"Whats a boy like you doin' wearing panties like a girl?", Paul said in a very snarky way.

I was going to tell him I didn't wear panties... But I was having trouble finding my voice. A second later Paul took the initiative.

"And don't you try'n lie about it either. I saw them panties right through the door there!", Paul continued.

Just then two more BBs walked in. One of them was Shane. The other was Damien. Damien was a big dumb jock, the tough guy, the muscle of the BB gang.

"Maybe he wearin' panties cause he really a GIRL under thar!!", Damien said cruelly.

Shane smiled cruelly saying, "I say we find out! Git 'im!!!"

Paul reached up grabbed me by the shoulder so hard it hurt. Damien grabbed my other shoulder. I was about to yell...

Damien raised a fist and said, "One sound outa you, and I break yo mouth!"

"And then I break ya nose!" said Paul, also raising a fist.

"You just stand there, real still and quiet, and you won't get hurt. We are just gonna take a look at what you got on down there.", Shane said vindictively, then he got really close to my head and whispered, "payback time!!"

Shane grabbed my pants and quickly got the zipper and buttons undone. He carefully pulled my pants down, so as not to pull down my panties.

"Whoooo weeee will you look at those!", Paul exclaimed, "coochie coochie coo, cutie pie!!"

The boys each took turns heckling me about the panties, calling me various names, such as "honey", "cutie", "sweetheart", "doll", "sissy" and the likes.

Then Damien got kind of a grin on his face, and called me his "sweet little girl" and kept making references to how I was "his girl" now. I could see his pants getting larger and knew his penis must be turning into an erection. With his free hand, Damien started snapping the side of my panties and slightly pulling them down a little. Shane looked at him, and he looked back at Shane. Their eyes met for a few seconds.

Then Damien said, "I want 'im. I want dis one."

Shane got a truly sadistic grin, and him and Damien traded places. Shane was now holding me down and Damien was now in front of me. Shane whispered in my ear again, this time he said, "this is for Wendy!"

Damien stood in front of me and said, "You my girl now. My girl. All mine, always mine. You be good girl and take what I gots ta give ya. You my girl now!"

Then he pulled his pants down just a bit, and pulled his penis out. It was huge. Bigger than my dad's. Damien had the biggest penis I had ever seen. After he got his massive erect penis out, he took a step closer to me. I suddenly became very apprehensive, remembering the story Wendy told me about her dad trying put his weenie into her coochie and how it hurt really bad because his weenie was too big. Damien's was definitely too big for me.

"Turn 'im around", said Damien.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way", Shane said, as he and Paul pulled and pushed on my shoulders to turn me around.

I cooperated with them and made the turn. It was completely against my will, not something I wanted to do, but I was so afraid of getting beat up or even killed that I just cooperated. These boys who were easily twice my size and could do some serious damage to me.

"You just keep lookin' straight ahead at da wall, dis ul' be over soon", Paul said.

I heard Damien take one more step closer to me, then I felt hands on either side of my panties. I assume they were Damien's but I couldn't be sure because I now had my back faced to them and was looking straight at the wall like they said.

"Oh dat look nice", I heard Damien say,

I wasn't sure what they had planned but I knew it wouldn't be good. I had to think of something fast... I felt my panties slowly being pulled down, bringing the top half of my butt into view of them.

"Oh dat real nice", Damien said, "Real nice. Yeah, you MY girl!"

As soon as he said girl again, I thought of something. I yelled, "You want a girl? Try Shane! Shane is more of a girl than I'll ever be! He's a real girl down there!!",

Paul and Damien laughed.

Shane yelled aggressively, "Shut up, twerp!"

This surprised the other two. They looked at eachother, puzzled, then looked back at Shane.

"Go on, see for yourself!", I continued, "Ask Shane to show you his weenie!!!"

Shane pulled my shoulder back away from the wall very hard, forcing me to face him, and pushing my back into Paul behind me.

He shouted, "YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!", glaring at me with a look of murder in his eyes.

The two boys stopped what they were doing. Paul let go of me and took a step to stand next to Damien. Damien stuffed his giant dick back into his pants. Both of them looked at Shane and I. I quickly pulled the back of my panties back up.

I yelled, "Just ask him. Right now. Go on! You'll see."

Paul looked towards Damien for a moment and said, "I suspect the little twerp might be tellin' us the truth."

Shane got just a little worried and said, "No way, man. This little twerp doesn't know what he's talking about."

Paul smiled wryly and said, "Well then you wouldn't mind showing us, now, would ya?"

Shane let go of me and took a step back. I turned to face them all, with my back to the wall again, and took one step sideways bringing me a little closer to the door that lead back outside.

Damien said to Paul, "Maybe dat why he ain't playin da game wid us no mo!"

Paul said, "Exactly what I'm thinkin'. Ya see, Shane, every time we try playin' the game with you for the last two weeks, ya always wanna do somethin' else. I wonder why that is..? Maybe cause there's something wrong with yo weenie that ya ain't tellin us about."

"Maybe because he's a GIRL, and doesn't even HAVE a weenie down there anymore!", I chimed in.

Shane yelled a beastly howl and charged straight at me, arms in attack position, rage in his eyes. I got out of the way and ran towards the door as fast I could, for all I was worth... And ran right into one of the Yard Duties, who was heading into the Bathroom.

The Yard Duty came in, and broke the little confrontation up. He questioned all four of us, and soon I was allowed to leave.

I don't know for sure if Paul and Damien took my advice or not... But I assume they did because I saw all three of them go into the bathroom together a little later that day, during the middle of lunch. When they came out, both Paul and Damien were laughing, and Shane was very red in the face and had a rather sour look. I can only assume that the BB's had discovered the truth... That Shane was a girl now, that he had no weenie, no boy-parts, that he had a coochie between his legs just like me. I couldn't help but smile at the thought, and wondered what would happen to Shane and the BB's in the future.

(Part 10 coming soon)