The rest of that school-day passed without incident. Nothing else out of the ordinary happened. I had to pee again later in the day, and was told to hold it until school got out. But pretty soon I couldn't hold it any longer. I had to go, now! I again begged and pleaded with the teacher and she let me go, but scolded me, telling me that this was the last time I would be able to do that during class and I would need to make sure to go during recess and lunch from now on.

This time, in the restroom, I was sure to lock the stall. I sat down, and stopped for a moment because I wasn't sure what I should do. Should I spread open my slit with my fingers? Or just go? I had to go so bad I didn't think about this for more than a second. I just leaned forward a little, like I saw Jessica do and let it go...

As I peed, I noticed it was a very different feeling than when I had a penis. Kind of strange because I could feel my bladder emptying, and could feel the pee coming out of my slit, but couldn't hardly feel the pee traveling inside of me at all. When I was a boy, I could always feel the pee traveling inside me, and then down my penis, then coming out the end of it.

When I was almost done, I noticed something else... I could stop the pee-stream almost instantly now. When I was a boy, it would always slow down and dribble just a bit before it stopped. Also when I was a boy it would sting a little if I tried to stop right in the middle when the pee was flowing full-force. I wanted to find out if it would hurt when I stopped full-force pee like that, now that I was a girl. I tried to push more pee out, but got only a small and very short-lived stream. My bladder was empty. I would have to wait until I had to pee again to try this.

I was about to stand up and pull up my pants when I noticed I was still kinda wet down there. I remembered how Jessica said she had to wipe from front to back, and got a piece of toilet paper and did that. Just like I saw her do this morning.

Peeing as a girl was an interesting new experience for me. It was fascinating. I kind of liked it. But at the same time, I was starting to miss my penis again a little, and kind of wished I could get it back. It was strange not holding it when I peed. Also a little eerie to think I would never be able to stand up and pee again. I also thought for a moment about how I used to make shapes or try to write my name while peeing in the sand or in the snow, and how that would be pretty much impossible to do without a penis...

I looked down at my groin and saw my vulva, and was again happy with the way it looked, and excited about it. I thought again how neat it was to finally have smooth skin and a slit down there like I always wanted.

The mixed thoughts were a little hard to cope with. On the one hand missing my penis, on the other hand totally thrilled over having a vulva now. I forced myself to stop thinking about it, stood up, and pulled up my pants. Again I noticed how strange and lose my underwear felt in the front.

I was about to walk out the door... Then I went back over to the sinks and washed my hands. When I had a penis, sometimes I would leave the restroom after peeing without washing my hands. Especially those times when I just pulled my pants down and never touched my penis at all. But now, after having wiped pee from my wet vulva, I decided that washing my hands would be a good idea.

I left the restroom and went back to class. The teacher finished teaching the lesson, and let us all play because of good behavior. The back of the classroom was a large open area, and there were a couple of different games and toys back there. I grabbed this really cool kaleidoscope and was looking through it out the window, enjoying all the colors and patterns the sunlight made as it went into the tube... When all of the sudden I got a fairly hard tap on the shoulder. I put the kaleidoscope down and turned to look.

There were two girls standing there, Terry and Becky. They told me that I had the kaleidoscope long enough, and now it was their turn. Which kind of upset me because I had the thing for only about 30 seconds. I told them that I had it first, and they needed to go find something else to play with. I also told them that I would give it to them in a few more minutes. That answer didn't set to well with them...

"No, you are going to give it to us now." said Becky.

"Yah, right now, or else I'm going to kick you where it counts!" Terry said threateningly.

I wasn't about to give up the kaleidoscope, and didn't like being threatened like that at all. I mustered up all my anger and told them something I heard one older kid say to another on the playground, before a big fight that happened a couple weeks before...

"Back off, or I'll make sure you spend the next week in the hospital!!", I said forcefully.

Just as I was finishing my line, Terry gave me a swift kick, right to the groin. She moved very quickly, I hardly had the time to react, much less get out of the way... Just before her foot made contact, I flinched in anticipation of the pain that would follow...

I had never actually been kicked there before. But twice I got hit there, and both are something I will never forget. The first time I was hit between the legs by a book one kid threw at another. I had my head turned sideways and was watching someone else, when all of the sudden, BAM! It didn't seem to hit me that hard, but MAN did it hurt!!! I sat down immediately and didn't want to do anything but sit their on the floor for awhile. The pain was nothing short of incredible (in a bad way...), and not only was it in my groin, but it also went up into my stomach. I almost threw up. The pain gradually started to ease, but I ached for a good hour or two afterwords. The second time I got hit in the balls with a baseball someone had hit, with very similar results... And indescribable immobilizing pain that lasted several minutes and left me aching for a good hour or two afterwords.

I was sure Terry's foot was traveling a whole lot faster than that book was, and probably faster than the baseball was, and her foot was probably a lot more heavy than either of those items. I was sure this was going to hurt worse than anything I had ever felt before in my life...

An instant later, her foot hit me square in the groin, she couldn't have had a more perfect aim... If I was still a boy she would have got me right in the balls, no question about it. Her kick knocked be back an inch or two into the Window I was standing next to. It did hurt some. But not nearly as bad as the book and the baseball did, not even close... The pain was localized too. It didn't travel into my stomach and make feel like I wanted to puke. It didn't immobilize me at all or make me feel like just sitting in agony. It was more like a common, everyday punch in the arm or stomach or something. The pain was unpleasant, but it was certainly a whole lot less than what I was expecting!

"WOW!!! This is so cool..." I thought to myself. I was very very very happy that I was a girl now. Now that I had a vulva between my legs, I could never be hurt like that again!

Terry had a look of utter astonishment and disbelief on her face. Becky was looking at Terry and said, "You are such a liar!" and walked away.

As their little interchange was going on, I had quickly brought back an arm and made a tight fist, and was just about to pound Terry into the next century... Then the teacher came over to us and bellowed out a firm "THATS ENOUGH!".

Terry got into a lot of trouble that afternoon. She was sternly scolded, and had to sit in the corner for the rest of playtime, which was probably about 20 minutes. I was still very angry at her for what she tried to do to me, and wanted some serious revenge. Especially because I knew how bad it COULD have been. It pleased me greatly to look over there and see her sitting their bored, counting the bumps on the paint, as the rest of us played.

Eventually, I forgot about Terry's plight and focused entirely on the wondrous toys and games in front of me. While I was playing, I couldn't help but keep thinking about how much the book and baseball had hurt me when I was a boy, and by comparison how little Terry's kick had hurt me now that I was girl. And every time I thought about it, I was more and more happy that I now had that neat little smooth slit between my legs. Not only did I love the way it looked, but it also couldn't get hurt as easily as my boy-parts did.

I started missing my penis less and less...

Pretty soon the end of the day came. The final bell rang, and we were let out of class. Terry happened to walk by me on her way towards the door, and gave me a dirty look.

I responded by saying, "Terry you are so STUPID you can't even aim your foot when you kick!!"

She started crying.

I did feel some compassion, but at the same time I was again glad to see her suffer. Especially when I thought again of how unfathomably painful it would have been if she had kicked me like that when I was still a boy. I walked away and didn't look back. My vengeance was satisfied. She got exactly what she deserved, the selfish little criminal bitch.

I walked out the door of the classroom and joined the rest of the students on the trek to the front of the school. A mass exodus of elementary school kids, all to happy to be free at last...

CHAPTER 4: The journey home

Since this was a smaller private school, there were no buses. All the students would be let out and wait in front of the school for their parents to arrive. There was a seemingly endless line of cars pulling into and out of the school parking lot. One by one, we all went our separate ways.

I happened to see Wendy about to get into the car with her mom. She had the metal box - her magic toolset - in one hand. I think she knew I was staring at her because she suddenly turned around and looked right at me. She smiled and pointed to her crotch and said something to me which I was too far away to hear... But from the way her lips moved, I'm pretty sure what she said was "coochie boy". She got into the car and her mom asked her something. Wendy answered. Then her mom looked right at me for a second or two, with a slight grin. Then she turned her head back so she was looking straight ahead, and they drove away.

Only a minute or so later, I was picked up by my grandma. She was staying with me at home for the next couple days because my parents were out of town. I was kind of thankful it was her and not my parents, because she was a very modest woman and wouldn't ever see me naked like my parents might (sometimes my parents would want to help me get dressed, or would want to help me dry myself off after a bath. My grandma wouldn't even dream of doing anything like that). I didn't want anyone else to know I was a girl now... Not yet. I knew that at some point my parents would find out about it. I just didn't want to deal with that possibility yet. I had no idea how they would react and didn't know what I would tell them. I wondered if they would still accept me now that I was their daughter and not their son.

The ride home was fairly uneventful, with the usual "how was your day and what did you do" type conversations grownups usually have with children after a school-day is over.

Once I got home, I just couldn't wait to take off all my clothes, get in front of one of our full length mirrors, and look at myself. Especially between my legs. I wanted this so badly I could hardly think of anything else.

We had two full-length mirrors in our house. One in the bathroom, and an even bigger one in my parent's bedroom. I really wanted to get into my parents bedroom. Because their mirror was close to the bed, and I could stand, sit, or even or lay naked on their bed, with my legs spread wide, and get a really good and close look at my recently formed girl-parts.

I just had to figure out a way to get in there and lock the door without raising suspicion from my grandma...

I was absentmindedly playing with some toys, all the while trying to come up with a plan. My grandma called me into the living room and suggested we watch TV. She put on some cartoons I liked. I watched for awhile, but my thoughts kept drifting back to my parent's mirror. I just had to get in there to see how I looked with the vulva I now had between my legs, and also open up my slit to see what was inside.

But I just couldn't come up with a workable plan. I was about to settle for the bathroom, figuring I could just tell her I was getting dressed. But then good fortune shined on me...

My grandma had sat down on the couch to watch TV with me, and she had fallen asleep!

CHAPTER 5: Exploration

I quietly got up and went down the hall. I went into my parents bedroom, locked the door, and took off all of my clothes as fast as I could, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Totally naked from head to toe, I jumped up on the bed and went over to the side where the mirror was, and stood in front of it. My body was exactly the same as before. Except between my legs, where I now had a vulva instead of my penis and scrotum. I looked in the mirror at myself standing there for several seconds, and was again totally awestruck... The same thoughts I had after Wendy "tooled" me in the bathroom at school earlier today came into my mind... I was a girl. Really, truly, a girl now. I had that smooth slightly puffy skin and a slit down there, just like Amy and Jessica did...

AND I LOVED THE WAY IT LOOKED!!

I stared intently, looking in the mirror at my vulva, completely enamored with it, for several seconds.

I turned sideways and looked at myself. It was both interesting a little strange to see nothing at all sticking out down there between my legs. But I liked it.

I turned back to face the mirror again, and took a step closer. I spread my legs apart and jutted my hips out, getting an even closer look at my slit.

I just loved the way my body looked now. I decided right then and there that Wendy could keep my penis forever. Because even if she figured out a way to put it on me again, I didn't want it back. I no longer missed it. I liked the vulva I had now so much better. It just felt right. So nice, so neat and smooth, so cool looking.

I no longer envied the girls. Now I actually felt kinda sorry for the boys...

For the first time, I thought the same thing Wendy's former little brother (who is now her little sister) thought: I liked being a girl better much better than being a boy.

I sat down as close to edge of the bed as I could, spread my legs as far apart as I could, and scooted my butt up just a little. I thoroughly explored the inside of my slit, completely fascinated by the discoveries I was making. It was a very dark pink inside, actually more red than pink. On either side of the inside of my slit were ridges that came together at the top. There was also a little hole towards the bottom of my slit, near by butt. For a moment I thought maybe that was my pee-hole, but then I remembered earlier how my pee came out higher than this. I looked closely and noticed another, much smaller hole above it and I knew that was where my pee came from. There was a smooth patch of reddish skin above the pee-hole, which lead to the big ridge that the two smaller ridges formed when they came together at the top. I noticed something very interesting too, when I touched that big ridge at the top, it felt kind of good. It almost tickled or something. It felt a little bit like when I used to play with my penis, but this was kind of a different feeling. I liked the way it felt so I kept touching and rubbing myself down there... It seemed to just kept feeling better and better. But not too long after this I noticed that my slit started to feel warm and had swelled up a little. It was also starting to get wet. I really wanted to keep touching myself but decided to stop because I didn't have any towels with me, and didn't want to leave a wet spot on my parents bed or in my underwear.

I layed down on the bed, and grabbed a pillow to put under my head so I could keep watching myself in the mirror. Again I couldn't help but notice how smooth my body was now. When I was a boy, if I had done something like this, my penis would have been sticking straight up. Now I was totally smooth down there. I looked from my chest down to my legs, then in the mirror from my legs up to my face, then back again. I did that a few times. Again I thought about how neat it was to be a girl between my legs... To have a pussy...

I was so glad I let Wendy take my penis off today! This was one of the best things that ever happened to me.

I layed there and waited a little while, until my slit dried up some. At one point I almost fell asleep but caught myself just in time... I was glad I did because that could have been very bad -- All I needed, was for grandma to wake up before I did, and find me locked in my parents room, then ask me about it!! Or worse yet, find the key and open the door and find me sleeping there naked, and discover I wasn't a boy anymore.

I stood up, took one more look at myself, then got off the bed and put my clothes back on. I slowly, quietly opened the door and sat back down to watch the cartoons. I was content now, I had seen what I wanted to see.

Pretty soon my grandma woke up, and made dinner. We ate.

Soon I had to pee again. I discovered I was able to easily start and stop the flow even when it was full-force, and it didn't sting. It was something else to add to the list of things I liked about being a girl.

Soon it was time to take a bath. Gramma did the usual: Filled the tub, put in some bubbles, got out a towel for me, brought in a pair of pajamas. Then she told me I should close the door and get in the bath, and that I shouldn't open the door back up until I was all the way dry and had my pajamas on... But if something happened I could call her if I really needed her. Then she promptly left the room.

I undressed and got into the bath. I seemed to feel a little more, well, nicer than it used to. I don't know how to explain that except to say that I enjoyed the feeling of the bathwater a little more now than I did as a boy. And it really felt nice when I sat down and that warm water hit my slit!

There were some bath toys I usually liked to play with. But tonight I had something else in mind... I reached my hand down between my legs, over my slit, and started to massage that big ridge at the top, like I had been doing on the bed earlier. I felt that same sort of tingly, sort of good feeling. I kept up my massaging. It wasn't too long before my whole vulva felt very warm and very puffy. I suddenly thought, this must be how girls get erections! It sort of did feel just a little like my penis used to when it got hard... Only this was much better. There was more of a feeling there. As I continued to massage the top part of my slit, the warm sort of tickly feeling became outright pleasure. I just sat there with my eyes closed for several minutes, lightly massaging the top of my slit, enjoying the wonderful feelings it produced. For a time I caught myself breathing funny, a few times almost gasping. There were several other times where I was almost moaning or making other noises. But I tried really hard to keep quiet because I didn't want to attract any attention from grandma. I never really had a "conventional" orgasm, that is, no major involuntary muscle contractions. It was more like a continuous feeling of pleasure. I had similar sensations a few times before, when I still had my penis and used to play with it... But this was a more intense and more better feeling. It was a little easier to do, too, because I was just moving a finger around my slit. When I had a penis I would wrap my whole fist around it and have to move at least my wrist, sometimes my whole arm, to make it feel good.

I washed. Things were again interesting when I got between my legs. I could easily take the washcloth, start at my belly, and go all way down over my slit, and continue on past my slit and up the backside into my butt. I did that a few more times just because it felt so interesting. I couldn't do that as a boy, because my penis and scrotum would have been in the way.

I got out of the bath and proceeded to dry off. I noticed it seemed to feel a little colder, especially between my legs, as I stood there dripping wet. I also discovered two other fun things I could do much more better and easier now that I didn't have a penis and scrotum... The first was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I mean with one leg on one side (in the bath) and the other leg on the other side (out of the bath) and the tub coming up the middle, between your legs. As a boy I could sit like this, but I had to be careful because if I leaned to far forward or sat the wrong way I could start to smash my balls which would hurt a little. But as a girl this was no problem at all. I could lean way forward with no ill effects. I leaned forward and backward a few times, enjoying this... This was a small little thing. But it was still fun. The second thing was putting the towel between my legs in much the same way, and pulling it back and forth. One hand behind my back and another in front of me, each hand grasping the towel, and moving it back and forth. I could do that as a boy, but had to be careful because I would sometimes get my penis or scrotum "caught" in the towel and that would hurt a little. No such problems now that I was a girl.

I put on my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and went off to bed.

I got into bed and layed down on my stomach... When I was a boy and I did this, I could always feel my penis and scrotum getting slightly smashed. That was never painful, unless I had an erection, in which case laying on the stomach was difficult if not impossible. I would have to wait until the erection went down, or try to bend my penis to one side or the other which was usually not possible, uncomfortable, or sometimes even painful. But now I was laying on my stomach, and I didn't feel anything "down there"... Another curious and interesting sensation.

I quickly fell asleep. I dreamed about going to the pool and wearing a girls bathing suit, and all my friends looking at me, dumbfounded.

CHAPTER 6: There is another

The next morning came in like a tornado... Both grandma and I woke up way too late. I had to rush to get ready for school. We left the house in a hurry, I made it to school only about a minute before the starting bell rang, and had to hustle to get to my classroom on time. I joined the rest of my class in a disorganized huddle outside the door of the classroom. As were all standing there, waiting for the teacher to open the door, I noticed one of the girls standing next to me was Shelly, a good friend of Wendy's. She seemed a little more interested in me that she would normally have been.

Shelly suddenly came close and whispered in my ear, "Hi coochie boy!", then reached up grabbed me between my legs for a quick second, and started giggling.

It was obvious Wendy must have told her about me. I was slightly embarrassed, but at the same time elated! I thought to myself, "Yeah, thats right, I have a coochie... Go ahead and call me coochie boy, it doesn't bother me any. I like having a coochie!"

The teacher opened the door, and we were allowed into the classroom five at a time. The teacher liked to do that, to break us up into groups, in the morning when we entered. This morning, I was among the last five to go in. As students from the other groups entered, two separate girls whispered "coochie boy" in my ear as they walked by me... I wondered just how many kids Wendy had told? I sure hoped the whole class didn't know my secret!

Fortunately, as the day went on, no one else called me that name. I assumed that Wendy, Shelly, and those other two girls were the only ones who knew I had a vulva between my legs now. Class went on as usual, without any out of the ordinary incidences. Finally, the bell rang. It was recess, morning break time! There was a teacher's meeting that day, so we got an extra long recess. 25 minutes instead of the normal 15 minutes. With great excitement, we all left the classroom and ran out to play.

As I was walking on the playground, from behind me I heard a girl loudly speaking...

"Good morning, coochie boy!", she said.

I instantly turned around, assuming she was talking to me, and hoping no one else heard what she just said... To my surprise, she was talking to another boy in the class! His name was Chris. And there wasn't just one girl, there were two. One on each side of him. Poor Chris was standing there between the two of them, getting red in the faced with embarrassment.. Both girls were friends of Wendy's. One was Shelly, the same girl who grabbed me between the legs earlier that morning. The other girl was Judy. She wasn't one of the three who called me "coochie boy" this morning... I wondered if she knew about me too...

I also couldn't help but wonder why they were calling Chris that. Could Wendy have cut off Chris's penis too, and turned him into a girl just like she did to me? Was that why they called him "coochie boy"?

Or maybe it was because Chris was somewhat girlish. He had a high voice and small-framed body, and didn't play sports like most other boys did. His face also looked a little bit girlish. If he were to put on a dress and decent long-hair wig, he could easily pass as a girl. I heard other kids make fun of him, calling him "girl" or "sissy" before. But I knew he was a boy because I saw him pee in the boy's bathroom once before. He definitely had a penis and scrotum down there. At least he used to...

As Chris stood there, his face getting redder and redder, Judy spoke.

"Aww whats wrong, do you miss your little weenie?" she said in a patronizing voice, filled with mock compassion, but hiding a bit of cruelness beneath it.

Judy and Shelly laughed and walked away, leaving Chris standing there alone. What those two just said confirmed my suspicions. I knew Wendy must have used her magic toolset to take Chris's penis off too, and he really was a girl between his legs now, just like I was. I had to talk to him.

I walked up to him and asked, "Hey Chris, why did those girls call you coochie boy and ask you if you missed your weenie?".

He turned away from me. I waited a bit, but he didn't say anything.

"Chris, did Wendy use her special toolset on you?" I asked.

I waited a little bit more. He still didn't answer.

"Chris, I'm a girl now too. Wendy used her special toolset on me yesterday." I said.

That got his attention. He turned back and looked straight at me.

"Do you really have... A coochie down there?" he asked, pointing at my crotch.

"Yes", I answered, "do you?"

"How do I know you aren't just saying that you do?" he asked.

"Come over to the bathroom with me and I'll prove it", I suggested.

(END OF PART 2 -- to be continued in Part 3)