I couldn't believe it. Everyone at this beach was walking around naked. Adults, teenagers, and children alike -- all wearing nothing, not even a towel. I don't know why I didn't turn around and leave. I guess I was just curious. Also, I really wanted to be with Anna. I had completely fallen in love with her -- at least, as much "in love" as someone my age could be!!

As we got to the bottom of the hill, Anna casually took off her bathing suit right in front of me, like it was nothing. She folded it and laid it on the rocks, then turned and walked up in front of me, naked as the day she was born. She really was a beautiful girl. Skin colored somewhere between bronze and white, sort of a deep tan, totally smooth and flawless from head to toe. Man, if I still had a penis it would be standing at full attention about now, no doubt! I could feel that familiar feeling in my stomach and between my legs as my vulva became warm and started to get a little wet.

"Come on, get your shorts off, lets go!", Anna said excitedly.

I was sort of at a loss for words, "Uh... I don't think I want to.", I said weakly.

I felt a little betrayed by Anna. Just a minute ago she told me she didn't care if I showed her or her friends my weenie (or more appropriately, my lack of one). Now here she was pressuring me to show it to her.

Anna walked up to me and said, "Whats wrong? Everyone else is naked. You'll fit right in! Its lots of fun. Its perfectly safe too. See all those lifeguard towers? If anyone tries anything funny they will come and beat them up. So, come on!!"

It didn't look to me like anyone was in the lifeguard towers. But I took Anna's word for it.

"Come on!", Anna said again, excited, smiling broadly, and motioning me with her hands to come with her.

I wanted to go with her so badly... I didn't care anymore if she found out I was really a girl between the legs... No, actually I did... Thats why I wasn't going to join her.

"I'm sorry, Anna. I really am. Its just that I... I'm sorry, I can't do this with you.", I said, disappointed, as I turned to go back up the hill.

All of the sudden I felt Anna's hands on either side of my swimshorts. She had totally got me by surprise. Before I could react, she had quickly pulled them down. Instinctively, without thinking, I tried to run. It only caused me to trip and fall on the shorts, which were now around my ankles and still being held firm by Anna. After I hit the ground, I turned my head back to see what Anna was going to do next. She had pulled my swimshorts completely off my legs. She giggled, and took a few quick steps back.

"Ha-ha, ha-ha, I got your swim shorts!", Anna laughed, "you'll have to chase me to get them back!"

I slowly got up and sort of kneeled, and partly turned my head around, careful not to expose my groin to her.

"Please, Anna, just give them back!", I pleaded.

Anna said, "Nope, you'll have to come and get them. Come on, I've seen lots of boys naked before, you have nothing to hide."

I didn't move. After a few seconds Anna started walking towards me, holding my swimshorts out in front of her, all balled up, between both of her hands.

"OK, fine, I'll give you your shorts back. Hold out your hand.", she said.

I held my arm out towards her. Just before she got within arm's reach of me, she quickly threw my shorts as far as she could using her one hand, and grabbed my outstretched hand with the other, holding on tightly. Then she brought her other hand over mine, and grabbed on tightly with it. Then she leaned back, hard. She was pulling me back, with all her might, giggling the whole time. I tried to break free of her grip, but could not. It was forcing me to either stand up, or have my arm ripped off (or at least painfully pulled). There was no way out for me...

I resigned, turned around, and stood up.

Anna looked down and immediately noticed that I had no boy parts at all. No penis, no scrotum, no balls. That I was a girl down there, just like her.

There... Now she knew... The cat was out of the bag. My secret was no longer a secret.

Anna exclaimed, "Oh Wow! You... You really ARE a girl! What my brother said was true!"

"Huh? Your brother?", I asked.

"Before we met you, my brother saw you get hit by a wave and said your front looked really flat, and he thought you might be a girl.", Anna explained.

"Is that why you came up and talked to me?", I asked.

"No, I came up to you because you seemed nice and I thought you were kind of cute.", Anna answered.

We both were quiet for several seconds.

"So, are you surprised?", I asked.

"Well, kind of. But I don't care if you are a girl. Thats fine with me. Lets go!", Anna said as she ran off towards the beach.

I wasn't too sure about this. It didn't feel right to be running around naked in public. Especially with me being a girl down there. If I followed through with this, I would be a girl, totally, 100%, there would be no way to hide it, no way for me to try to say I was still a boy. Everyone would see that I was a girl. Everyone would know. There would be no doubt.

What if someone I knew saw me there?

But then I got to thinking, there is no one here who would know me. More importantly, no one who would know I used to be a boy. Besides that, everyone else was running around naked, so why not me too?

I picked up my swimshorts, shook the sand off them, and left them there the rocks next to Anna's. I also left with them that last bit of thought I was still holding onto about being a boy. It was like everything that had happened to me over the past several days, from the time Wendy removed my penis and turned me into a girl, until now, all hit me at once like the proverbial "ton of bricks". I let it all go, every last trace of a thought I had about being a boy... I was determined to try this girl thing out, to actually try living it, with no restriction and no fallback... At least for the rest of the time I was here with Anna.

I turned to follow Anna. I was nervous as hell, and actually shaking all over. But as I walked along the beach with her, towards all the other people, the nervousness melted away. It was gradually replaced with a certain pride in myself. I spread my legs just a little, and pushed my hips out just a bit, to show off my vulva to the world. Look everyone, here I am, and I am not ashamed or embarrassed about what I have between my legs. I felt more feminine than I ever had before. Yes, I really was a girl now, just like Anna, just like half of the people here at this beach. And it felt great.

As we were walking, Anna asked, "So why do you pretend to be a boy? There is nothing wrong with being a girl."

I didn't know what to say, and was quiet for a few seconds. Then I just said, "long story."

We ran and played for a bit on the beach, like best friends. Two girls enjoying the sun. We played in the caves and in the tide pools, and in the warm tropical beach water. It felt kind of neat to be in the water naked. It really was fun.

At one point, Anna showed me a way to lay down, just right, so the water would flow over my vulva as the water flowed back out to sea. It felt really good. We both laid on the beach and let the water flow over us like that several times. Then we started going into the waves face on. I wasn't paying attention and turned just in time to see a particularly fast moving wave hit me right in the vulva. For just a split-second my maleness kicked in, and I almost flinched, expecting it to hurt as that wave smashed into my groin with speed and force. But a millisecond later, my thoughts took over. I was a girl now, I didn't have those boy-parts down there anymore. Nothing to worry about!! The wave hit and it actually felt kind of good. I purposely let that happen a few more times, reveling in the fact that it didn't hurt at all, not even a little. Yes, it was lots of fun for a girl to swim and play naked in that warm ocean!

It wasn't too long before we noticed that there was this short, gray-haired guy with a goatee, wearing "cop" sunglasses, who kept looking at us. He was probably in his late-40's and held a leather box in his hand. Anna said the way he was watching us kind of gave her the creeps. When we got out of the water, he approached us.

"I've been watching you girls for the past few minutes. You two girls are just the cutest thing I have ever seen.", he said.

"Thanks", said Anna.

It felt very strange to me to actually be referred to as a girl by an adult. Too strange. I suddenly wanted to get out of there. Go back to the hill, get my swimshorts, and run away. But I forced myself to stay, I was absolutely determined to really give this "being a real girl" thing a try. I thought to myself, "yes, thats correct, girl. GIRL. Thats me, a girl.", and took a good look at the vulva between my legs to help make those thoughts sink in. After a few seconds I looked back up and the guy was right in front of us, standing only a few feet away. His penis was sticking straight up, almost into his belly button. It looked kind of comical.

"Could I get some pictures of you two?", he asked as he opened the leather box. It was a camera, the slightly larger kind that were popular with professional photographers in the late 1970's.

I was mortified!!

Anna a little unsure, but not nearly as bothered as I was.

"Listen I'll buy you some ice cream at the snack bar if you let me. The good, expensive kind.", the man said.

That changed Anna's mind. She was now giddy and excited. "Sure!" she said.

She wrapped her arm around my neck, and said "Smile really big".

Before I could react, this guy had taken a snapshot. Then another. After those first two I figured the proverbial cat was out of the bag so why fight it. For the third and forth picture, I smiled broadly. The guy wanted us to do a few poses, holding a leg up like we were kicking, and running, and stuff. For the last couple pictures the guy had us lay down on our backs in the sand with our legs slightly spread apart and took a few more pictures. Then he went and grabbed a big umbrella, and put it on its side to block the rest of the beach from seeing us.

He bent down and said, quietly, "Girls, can I get some close ups of your... Pee-pees?"

Before either of us could answer, he added, "I'll buy you anything, anything you want, at the snack bar over there."

I was very uncertain about that. But Anna had no problem with it.

"Sure, click away!", she giggled as she spread her legs.

The man kept looking around kind of nervously, and when he was sure no one was looking, he moved in behind the umbrella with us, and got some closeup shots of our coochies. Really close closeups. He was only a few inches away. He took several pictures of mine, and several of Anna's. Then he asked us to spread our slits open with our hands, and got some more closeups of the inside too.

He kept saying things like "Aww, beautiful!", "Perfect", "Oh yeah thats nice", or sometimes just an "Mmmmmm, yeah!".

Just when we thought he was done, he asked us one more question, "Do either of you have to pee?"

I actually did have to go. "Yeah, I do, a little", I said.

"I would just LOVE to get a shot of you peeing. Could you pee right here in the sand, right now, and let me take a picture of it?", he asked.

I went along with it. "Sure, why not", I said, and started to stand up.

"No wait. Lay down on your back, and put your arms behind you to keep your back up off the ground, and your butt too if you can. Then spread your legs open.", he said.

I did as he said.

"Yeah, yeah thats great!", he said to me. Then to Anna, "OK now you reach up with your hand and spread her slit open, and hold it open while she pees. I want to see right where it comes out of her!"

Again it felt very strange to be referred to as "her". My mind was going kind of nuts. I knew I was a girl, and that people calling me "girl" and "her" and "she" was correct. But at the same time it just felt so odd.

It felt even more strange -- in a good way -- a second later when Anna reached up and put her fingers on either side of my slit, and spread it wide open.

"Beautiful..! Beautiful!! Oh Yeah!!!", the man said, "OK, honey, now let it rip. Start peeing. Push it out real hard!!"

I couldn't pee at first. But soon I managed to. I pushed, and the pee came straight out and up a little, almost like it did when I was a boy. The man with the camera kept making all sorts of comments and took several shots as I peed. He was completely beside himself.

Then he put away his camera, and put the umbrella back, and took us over to the snack bar. He kept his word and bought us each whatever we wanted. Both Anna and I took full advantage of it. We got ice cream, candy, and many different types of food... We totally pigged out. The man thanked us profusely and told us that we were the most wonderful and beautiful girls in the world, and walked away.

After we were done gorging ourselves, we left the snack bar and went back on to the beach. After a few minutes, we ran into into Anjo, Anna's brother who had given me such a hard time over not joining the "pissing for distance" contest earlier. He looked at my groin, then at me, then at my groin again, then back at me.

"I THOUGHT SO!!", Anjo said, "Well I see why you didn't want to join in the pissing contest with me and the boys earlier... So tell me, do all girls wear boy's swim shorts in your country?"

I totally didn't expect that question and had to think of something quickly.

"Uh, no. Mine ripped this morning and that pair of shorts was the only other thing my parents had with them.", I said.

Anjo replied, "I wish I would have known you were a girl, I wouldn't have pushed you so hard. I apologize."

"Its no problem, thanks.", I said.

Anjo looked over at a girl walking by about 10 feet away. He said, "Well I'll be seeing you two around.", as he walked away from us towards the girl.

"So do you always dress like a boy?", Anna asked.

"Um, yeah, most of the time", I answered.

"Why do you pretend to be a boy?", Anna asked, "There is nothing wrong with being a girl."

I didn't know what to say, and was quiet for a few seconds. Then I just said, "long story."

"Yeah thats what you said last time", Anna replied, "You have to tell me that long story sometime."

"You wouldn't believe me if I did", I said.

"Oh yeah? Try me.", Anna said.

I started to tell her, "Well, up until last week, I really was a boy. I had a penis and stuff down here, just like your brother and his friends do."

"NO WAY!", Anna said slowly.

"Way!! Its the truth...", I said.

"Go on then", Anna said.

I don't know why I did it... But I proceeded to tell her all about Wendy, and the magic toolsets, and what happened to me. At the end she still didn't quite believe me.

"That's an amazing story", Anna said, "but don't you think it would be easier to just stop wearing boy's clothes and stop pretending to be a boy, and start being a girl, than it is to make up grand stories about magic toolsets that cut off weenies and turn boys into girls?"

"I told you that you wouldn't believe me.", I said.

What was funny is, I even almost didn't believe me. After a few hours of walking, running, and swimming naked, and being referred to as "she", "her", and "a girl"... Any trace of boy-ness had been completely pushed out of my mind. The feminine mindset I had adopted as I walked away from the rocks earlier had fully blossomed. I totally felt like a girl. I totally WAS a girl. One other really interesting thing was, for the first time, it actually felt strange, wrong, when I thought about having boy-parts down there. Now, I not only liked my vulva, but it actually felt proper, right, correct, even NORMAL, for me to have a vulva down there.

"And you were right, I don't believe you.", Anna said, "But its like I said before, I don't care if you are a boy, or a girl, or a girl who pretends to be a boy... I'll still call you a friend."

By this time, a few hours had gone by since I left my parents, and the sun was just starting to set. I figured I had better go back over the hill so my parents wouldn't worry about me. We both walked over to the rocks to get our swimsuits on. Anna laughed again as I put the boy's swimming trunks on. She couldn't accept that I used to be a boy, and couldn't understand why any girl would want to wear boys swimshorts.

We went over the rocks and back onto the regular tourist's beach. Even though I was wearing my boy's swimshorts, I was still feeling very feminine, very female. I swore I was going to tell my parents as soon as we got to them. Just tell them, then pull my shorts down to prove what I said, and insist they start calling me feminine names like everyone at the nude beach had been doing...

As soon as I actually saw my parents and as we got closer to them, I lost all my nerve. I still felt very much a girl, but I couldn't tell them. Not yet, not now, not like this.

My mom and dad were a little upset that I had run off so far, and for so long, but were glad I was back and OK

The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful. I had lots of fun on all the various attractions. After I was back in my boy clothes and had been with my parents for a while, I didn't feel so feminine anymore. My parents and everyone else would refer to me in the masculine, and that felt good and normal to me, not strange at all like at the nude beach when people were referring to me in the feminine. I fell back into the "coochie-boy" mode of thought again -- I might have had a coochie, but I was still a boy... But something had changed now. A small part of that experience with Anna at the beach still stuck with me. It was as though, deep down, I knew I was really a girl. My mind was in conflict. I began to take comfort in hiding the fact that I had a coochie, and living as if I was still a boy. Especially around my parents. It became kind of a strange but fun game for me, and I actually started to enjoy playing it.

I did run into Anna and her brother Anjo one more time. Anjo shook his head and smiled wryly as he saw me dressed as a boy again. Anna laughed.

CHAPTER 34: Home again.

Tuesday afternoon soon came, and it was time to go back home. We took the boat ride, and the plane trip, and late that evening we were home again. My parents let me stay home Wednesday, because we had gotten in so late the night before.

We had to go to the supermarket to buy food. Wendy's house was on the way there. I mentioned to my parents what Shelly had said the other day, how Wendy had supposedly moved away. I wanted to drive by her house to see if this was true. I had no trouble convincing my parents. My Dad is the adventurous type, and kind of nosy, and once I told him about it, he wanted to go see too!

We drove up to Wendy's house, and sure enough, it was empty. The Sutekh's had, indeed, moved away. It seemed so strange to look in those windows and see the place totally empty... When less than a week ago I had been in there spending the night with Wendy.

Just like Shelly said, there was a sign in the window. It was a strange sign. All it said was "Mission Accomplished", and there were 10 "female" symbols along the outside edges -- you know the circle with the cross connected to it. My parents had no idea what it meant. Neither did I at first...

Then while trying to figure it out, my Dad said out loud, "maybe something to do with 10 girls or 10 women?"

Then it hit me. Including myself, there were 10 boys in my class. Or I should say 10 former boys, who were all girls now... 10 boys who lost their weenies and coochies now, thanks to Wendy and her friends and the magic toolsets.

We went to the store. In the front they had some Summer clothes on sale. Final end-of-Summer close out. Normally I would have never cared much about clothes. But now I found myself wanting to stop and take a look at some of the outfits... I imagined how I would look if I were wearing them... I almost stopped to look. But then I caught myself. What was wrong with me? Why did I want to stop and look at clothes? We were here to buy some food, not clothes!

My dad kept right on walking, right on past, totally unphased by the end-of-Summer sale. I kept walking with him.

We bought what we needed, and went back home. The rest of Wednesday was fairly normal and uneventful. We stopped by a park late in the day, and ran into Chris's parents. They said Chris would be back in school again tomorrow. That made me happy, I wondered what had happened to... Her... After that incident at the pool.

The following morning, Thursday, I returned to school. It had now been over a week since Wendy had been in school, and I was kind of surprised something hadn't happened yet. Surely someone -- one of the former boys -- would have told their parents, or someone else, about what had happened to them. But apparently no one had.

CHAPTER 35: Chris Reborn

Chris did return to School that morning. This time, however, she was in full feminine garb. She was wearing a very girlish dress with lots of frills and ruffles, a pair of girls shoes, and a tiny pastel blue bow in the hair. Chris actually looked kind of cute. Except for the short hair, she looked just like any other girl in our class. An outsider could have never guessed that Chris had been a boy up until just a week ago.

No one in the class was even the least bit surprised by Chris's appearance, because by now word of the incident at the pool last week had spread throughout the whole school. Everyone knew Chris was really a girl. So to see her dressed as a girl was not at all unexpected.

Chris did get a lot of questions along the lines of, "how long have you been dressing like a boy?" or "why did you dress like a boy before?". She seemed to actually enjoy these type of questions, but would always answer with a simple, "Thats a secret, and it doesn't really matter anymore, because from now on I am going to be the girl that I am." Pretty soon people stopped asking her those type of questions.

Chris also got a lot of attention from the other former boys in the class. I assume because she was the only other former-boy-now-a-girl that they knew about... Except for Andy and Jimmy, none of the other boys in the class knew that any of their classmates had been turned into girls. Each boy thought he, and Chris, were the only ones.

Once recess came, I overheard Chris telling one of the former boys in the class, "Well if you really are a girl between the legs, but you keep wearing your boy clothes, then you are a 'coochie-boy'. Thats what they call it. Thats what I used to be, and thats what you are. You aren't a real girl until you dress like one, act like one, and people start to call you 'she' and 'her.' So if you don't want to be a girl, just keep on wearing your boy-clothes. People will keep calling you he and him, and you can keep right on doing everything you used to do when you were a boy down there. Nothing will be any different than it was before. You'll just be a coochie-boy instead of a real-boy, thats all. No one will even know you have a coochie between your legs unless they look really hard or you show it to them."

I noticed that by the time Chris had finished talking, more that half of the former boys were listening intently to her talk to that one boy.

Based on the fact that Chris was actually dressed as a girl, it was obvious that Chris's parents must know about her now. I had to know how it happened But the end of recess bell rang and we all had to go into class. So my questions would have to wait until later.

When Lunch finally came, I took Chris aside, and asked her about how her parents found out... She explained that she had actually did it exactly the way I had mentioned the other day.

Chris said, "Yeah, so my parents were watching TV in the living room, late at night, like they do every night. I had just gotten out of the bath and had a towel around myself. I walked into our living room, and said, 'Mom, Dad, there is something really important I have to tell you, and I'm not sure how to say it... So I am going to just show you instead.' Then I let the towel fall."

Chris continued, "My mom turned and saw me immediately. You should have seen the look on her face. My dad didn't even look at first. But then my mom grabbed his arm and he turned to look at me. He got a really odd look on his face too."

Chris paused for a moment. I couldn't believe she actually went through it. When I had told her to do that, I was just joking. Or at least half-joking... But she had actually done it!!

Then Chris got a big smile on her face and continued talking, "So I said, 'See, the pool-lady was right! I really am a girl. Just like I always wanted to be!!'

'This is... Impossible.', my mom said.

'Impossible as it may be, dear, it is. You can't deny what we are seeing.', my dad said to my mom.

Then my mom said, 'How... How did this happen' and my dad followed with 'Who did this to you?'

I told them, 'Wendy and her Mom have this magic toolset that turns boys into girls."

Then my dad said to me, 'So how does this... toolset... work?'

'Its magic. They just put this special, well, sort of a pair of pliers, around your weenie. Then they squeeze the handles real slow, and it stretches your weenie more and more. Then pretty soon your weenie just comes right off. It sort of pops, like when you stretch a rubber band too far and it breaks. Then they paint this special magic pink paint where your weenie used to be, and it feels really really good, and you turn into a girl down there.', I told him.

My dad said, 'Did you know what this tool was going to do before they used it on you?'

'Yes they explained it all to me before they did anything.', I said.

My dad made a face, 'And you let them use it on you? You let them take your penis off?', he asked, kind of surprised.

'Oh yeah.', I said, 'I really wanted them to turn me into a girl down there. I figured even if it didn't turn into a girl, at least I wouldn't have a penis anymore. When I really did turn into a girl, it was the neatest thing that ever happened to me. The best day of my whole life.'

My dad paused for a long time. Then asked, 'Did it hurt?'

'No. Well it kind of itched a little when she took off my weenie, but it never actually hurt. And when she put the pink paint on, and it felt really really really good. So good that I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I was a girl down there.'

There was a long pause. Then my mom asked, 'Don't you miss your penis?'

'Nope. Not even a little. I love having a coochie.', I answered.

My dad asked, 'Can they put your penis back on?'

'Nope. Wendy's mom told me it was permanent. Once they turn you into a girl, you will be a girl for the rest of your life. You can never be a boy again.', I said.

My mom asked, 'And you are OK with that?'

I said, 'Oh yeah. I always wanted to be a girl, and now I am. I want to start wearing dresses and stuff, and people to call me girl and she and her.'

My dad said he was going to find out where the Sutekhs had moved to, and get some justice. I told them that Wendy's mom said they were going to move someplace where no one would ever be able find them, and that it was OK I was really really happy that I was a girl now."

Chris stopped talking. I asked her why she was gone for so many days. She started talking again:

"Well my mom took me to a couple different doctors and they did a whole bunch of tests and took blood and stuff. And they all wanted to look at my coochie and stick funny tools inside of it. The first doctor we went to was out of town, it took a long time to get there in the car. I had never seen this doctor before. At the end he told my mom:

'I'm not sure what the other doctor told you -- but he was mistaken. There is nothing wrong with your daughter. All of her female organs are typical of a girl her age. The ovaries are in the right places and functioning normally. Uterus, vagina, and external structures are all as they would be in any other girl her age. Her pelvic bones are a little tight, almost as a boy's would be. But this is no cause for alarm, and should improve when she enters puberty in a few years.'

Then we went to another doctor a little closer, and he did the same tests, and said some of the same things. Then we finally went to my normal doctor here in town. She couldn't believe her eyes and kept telling my mom it was a miracle and she would like to speak to the surgeon who did it, because it was the most amazing and perfect sex-change operation she had ever seen.

Then we saw another doctor who didn't do any tests or anything, but just talked a lot and asked me a whole lot of questions. Then she told me to go play and talked to my mom for a very long time. They had a lot neat toys there, so I didn't mind.

Then we went clothes shopping and my mom let me buy a whole bunch of girl clothes.

My mom and dad wanted to send me to a different school, but I begged and pleaded to stay here and told them that everyone already knew about me, from what had happened at the pool. My mom had me stay home another day, and spent the time showing me how to put on and take off some of the clothes, and told me I had to learn to sit with my legs closed, knees always together, if I wanted to wear dresses. Then, today, I got to come back to school as a real girl!!"

Chris stopped talking again. She seemed really happy. There were some other things I wanted to ask her about... But she wanted to go talk to some other students and told me we could talk some more after school, so we both went our separate ways.

Towards the end of Lunchtime, rumors had flown all over the school about how Chris became a girl. Students from other classes were saying strange things like Chris was in some kind of a bike accident and it cut up his boy parts so bad, that the Doctors had to turn him into a girl. Or that Chris got too close to a fireplace or barbeque grill, and fire burned up his boy-parts. Or that Chris had always been a girl and up until now had just been very good at hiding it. Or that some girl cut off Chris's penis with a scissors, and ran off with it, and the Doctors had to turn him into a girl.

I found all of these rumors to be kind of funny, except for that last one which was uncomfortably close to the truth.

I was listening to a group of students talk about yet another rumor about how Chris got turned into a girl, when something else caught my attention. Nearby, there were three boys from my class talking with eachother. One of them was the the same boy who was talking to Chris this morning. He was standing close to another boy, and they were both talking to the third. I heard the term "coochie boy" come up in the conversation, and that got me interested. I took a few steps closer so I could hear them better.

"So we are all three Coochie-Boys now?", the third boy said.

"Yep. Coochie-Boys.", said the first boy.

"And we don't have to dress up like a girl, like Chris did?", the third boy asked.

"Yep, we don't have to. You only do that if you want to be a girl. Boys and Coochie-Boys can wear boys clothes and do boy things.", the second boy said, with some authority in his voice.

The third boy looked really relieved. I was really tempted to walk up to them and join in the conversation, and let them know that I was a coochie-boy too, just like them. I just about did it... But at the last second I backed off. I don't know how to explain it, but somehow I still didn't want anyone else, not even another coochie-boy, to know I was also one of them. Even though it was futile, I still wanted to try to keep this fact a secret. Only Andy, Chris, Jimmy, and Wendy's four friends knew about me, and I wished it to stay that way.

My futile secrecy ended just before the end-of-lunch bell rang. Peter, Aaron, Annie, Shelly, and Chris were all talking to eachother. Annie and Shelly were comparing notes as to how they turned Peter and Aaron into coochie boys. Both Peter and Aaron didn't look too happy about it. Chris was trying to convince them that being a coochie boy wasn't that bad.

Then Peter pointed right at me and said, "is he a Coochie-Boy too?"

The whole group was silent for a few seconds. Then Shelly blurted out, "Yep. He was the very first one. Wendy took off his weenie and was going to put another one on him. But he wanted to be turned into a girl, and now he really is one!"

Everyone except Chris laughed.

I was embarrassed for a moment, and actually went red in the face. But then a second later I thought, 'What is there to be embarrassed about? They are just stating the facts. Its true I am a girl between the legs. But so are they. So what is the point?'.

I said, "Big deal. Yeah, I've got a coochie down there. So I'm a coochie boy, just like you two are!"

Then I turned, and began to walk away from them.

But then Annie one-up'd me. "He's not just a coochie boy, he's a GIRL... He actually LIKES having a coochie down there and doesn't want his weenie back!", she said loudly.

Peter and Aaron both started to laugh a little.

Shelly chimed in, "He even admits it. He said he was a girl in class in last week, remember?"

Peter and Aaron both started laughing harder, and soon Shelly and Annie started laughing too.

Just then the bell rang, and we all headed back to our class.

Soon the day ended, we all left our classrooms. There was a certain excitement in the air, because we all had Friday off from school, it was a three day weekend.

Fortunately for me, my parents had arrived early that day, and were right there waiting to pick me up. So I didn't have to endure any abuse waiting there in the crowd for my parents to arrive.

There was a party at Andy's house just after school, it was his birthday. I had completely forgotten about it. But my parents hadn't. I knew Jimmy, Chris, and I were invited. Wasn't sure who else would be there, but was still excited about going. Birthday parties were always fun...

CHAPTER 36: Andy's Fateful Mistake

That three-day weekend was a very interesting one. For, you see, that weekend, the veil of secrecy was torn wide open... The fact that all us former boys were actually coochie-boys became widely known... It all started at Andy's party.

When I arrived, Jimmy was there, but Chris wasn't. There were also two boys a year older than us. One was Andy's cousin, Steve. The other was a friend of his named Adam. They both went to our school but were not in our class.

At one point in the party, the conversation turned to Chris. The boys mentioned that they heard a rumor that Chris actually used to be a boy, but some girl cut off his penis and ran away with it, so they had to turn him into a girl.

Adam said, "Rumor has it that the same thing happened to Andy."

Andy's cousin Steve, raised an eyebrow and said, "So, Andy, is it true? Did some girl really steal your weenie?" Both him and Adam laughed.

Andy looked around the room for a minute to see if anyone else was there. It was only me, Jimmy, Adam, and Steve. No one else was in the room, and the door was closed.

Then Andy smiled a bit and said, "Yes... Wendy took it. So I don't have a weenie anymore!"

Both Steve and Adam were totally shocked.

Steve said "NO WAY!".

Andy said, "Yes way."

Adam replied, "BULL!"

Andy said, "No bull, its the truth".

Adam said, "Oh yeah? Well lets see. Show it to us."

Andy paused for a moment and went a little red in the face, suddenly realizing the predicament he was in.

Steve said, "Come show us, Andy, let us see. Put your money where your mouth is!!!"

Adam said, "Yeah show us, you little liar!"

Andy replied, "Uh, well... Um... OK!! Just make sure no one else comes in."

Andy slowly pulled his pants down, underwear and all. As his pants went lower and lower, the smooth puffiness of his Mons came into view. As the pants continued to fall, more and more of his smooth groin came into view. It soon became apparent to all, that he really didn't have anything where his penis should have been! It was all smooth skin, all the way down!! As he continued to slowly pull his pants down, his slit came into view. There was no way anyone in that room could deny it. Andy was a girl, just like Chris. The rumor was proven true.

Both boys let out a "WHOA...!" at the same time.

Adam said, "Wow, man, it really... You really... Your penis is totally gone! Balls too!"

Andy answered, proudly, "See I told you so. Its ALL gone... I have a little butt in the front now instead."

Steve said, "So can you make it fart?"

Andy replied, "No, I pee out of this one, silly!!"

Steve said, "A little butt you can pee out of? Thats really weird."

I was surprised by their lack of anatomical knowledge. Apparently Steve, like Andy, had never seen a girl naked before either. Or at least didn't understand genital anatomy.

Adam, laughing a little, chimed in, "Its not a little butt. Its called a vagina. Or pussy. Or coochie. Or vulva. Its what all girls have."

Andy quickly and hotly answered, "I'M NOT A GIRL!!"

Adam started to speak, "Hate to break it to you, Andy, but thats exactly what you are..."

Just then Andy's mom entered followed by Chris's mom. Everyone froze. Andy's mom immediately spotted the naked, and obviously female, Andy. All hell broke lose. She flew into a crazed panic, demanding to know what happened to Andy's penis and what WE did with it. The rest of us boys all looked at eachother, frantically trying to think of something to say.

But before we could say anything, Chris's mom told Andy's mom that the same thing happened to Chris at school the other day, and the authorities were investigating. This seemed to calm her down. Well, a little, at least...

Andy put his clothes back on. We walked back into the living room of the house. Just then Chris and his Dad came in. Andy's mom saw Chris in a dress and immediately broke down and cried. Chris's mom and her went into the other room. Chris's dad looked at us and asked what happened. No one answered for several seconds.

Finally I said, "The same thing that happened to Chris, happened to Andy, and his mom just found out about it."

"Oh, I see..." said Chris's Dad, "Chris I have to head back to work before my break is over. Tell your Mom I will talk to her when she gets home."

The two women were in the other room for several minutes. Finally, Andy's Mom had regained her composure, and the two of them came back out. The party went on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Chris's mom stayed there the whole time to help out.

The party came to an end without incident. All the kids went home except for Chris and I. My parents were going to be late, and Chris's mom wanted to stay with Andy's mom for a little longer.

The two women started to talk. The conversation quickly turned to Chris and Andy. Andy's mom had many questions. Chris's mom had few answers.

Andy blurted out that Adam and Steve had said the same thing happened to some other boys. Including Jimmy and Aaron. I was so glad Andy didn't mention my name.

The two women talked some more. The conversation turned to wondering if the other parents knew what had happened to their sons, and discussions on how to tell them. The two woman finally settled on Phone Calls.

CHAPTER 37: The Calls

Chris's mom was a Psychologist, with training in family problems, and sexual issues including Transgenderism. She knew different ways of gently breaking news to people, and how to diffuse tense situations. She worked out a phone script they could use to talk to other parents with.

They made the first call on a speaker phone. Andy, Chris and I were in the other room and overheard the whole thing:

Andy's mom, Arlene, started with, "Hi Heather, this Arlene, Andy's mother. How are you?" She followed with some small talk.

A short while later, Arlene said, "The reason I called is Chris's mother Joanne and I think something might have happened at the school. Just wondering, have you noticed anything unusual about your son Aaron over the past few days?"

Aaron's mom, Heather, replied with, "Well he has been a little quiet and is keeping to himself more than usual, but that's not really out-of-the ordinary for kids his age is it? They do go through their moods sometimes." She laughed.

Arlene said, "True, but we've noticed the same thing in Chris and Andy. Don't you think it is a little unusual for all three boys to go through a 'mood' all at once?"

Heather answered, "Hmmm... You definitely have a point there. What do you think might have happened?"

"I'll get to that in a sec.", Arlene replied. Then she took a deep breath and said, "Now, this might sound a little odd, but bear with me. Has your son suddenly become very modest especially around bath time or toilet time?"

There was a brief pause, then Heather said, "Well, yes, actually. Now that I think about it, he has suddenly become very modest like he wants to make absolutely sure no one sees him naked... I didn't think anything of it, though. Isn't this just something that happens to every child eventually?"

Arlene responded, "Well, yes it is. But not this time. See, we've discovered that Andy and Chris were..." there was a long pause.

Heather, "Were what?"

Arlene took another breath and said, "Well before I say anything else, maybe you should talk to your son, see for yourself what happened. Get alone with him behind closed doors. Approach the topic gently, but tell him you know what happened at the school and insist that he take all his clothes off and show you. And no matter what you see, keep your cool and don't become alarmed."

Heather replied, somewhat alarmed, "Arlene this is... What you are asking me to do... I don't know what to say... What happened to your boys?"

Arlene said, calmly, "I don't want to say any more right now. Just do what I told you and call me back, and know that the same thing has happened to our boys, Andy and Chris."

There was another long pause. Then Arlene spoke again, "Heather, just trust me. Do it. Your son may really need you right now. Go check on him and call me back. And please no matter what you see don't scream. Keep your emotions under control."

Heather said, "Arlene you are really starting to scare me. Did the students get molested or something?"

Arlene answered, "Not exactly. Please, just trust me on this, as a friend. Go try what I mentioned and call me back. It will all make sense then."

They hung up the phone. Only about 5 minutes later phone rings.

Arlene picked up, "Heather?"

Heather answered, hysterically "I... He's a... He's got a..."

Arlene interrupted her, "Heather is your son a girl? Does Aaron have a vulva between his legs?"

Heather, regaining her composure some, blurts out through tears, "Yes... Yes. A... Vagina... Between his legs, oh Arlene my poor little Aaron."

Arlene replies, calmly, "Same with Chris and Andy, they are both girls now."

Heather, calming down some more, asks "How could this have happened? It is impossible!"

Arlene responds with, "Yes, impossible, and yet there it is. Did your son tell you how it happened?"

Heather said, "All I could get out of him was that this girl, Shelly, had some kind of a magic toolset and used it to take his penis off. Then she used some magic pink paint to turn him into a girl. And on Friday he was supposed to be turned back into a boy again. But some other girl has the toolset and she has been absent for a week. Aaron says he is stuck as a girl until she gets back."

Arlene said, "I got a similar story from Andy and Chris... However Chris says a few girls used this magic toolset on ALL the boys in h... His class, and that the toolsets belonged to another girl named Wendy Sutekh and her mom. Joanne lives right next door to the Sutekhs and says they moved away in a hurry late last week. Two moving trucks came and moved away all their stuff last Thursday. None of their neighbors knows where they went. The house hasn't even went up for sale yet."

Heather said, "What are we going to do?"

Arleen answered, "Well lets start by calling other parents you know, just like I called you. Break the news to them gently and try to get them to examine their kid, just like I did with you. I am going to call the other 4 parents I know after I am done with you. Once we find out how many boys have been turned into girls like this, we can maybe hold a meeting at the school or something and try to find out exactly what happened... And see if there's a way to change them back to boys."

Heather said, "How is your son Andy taking it?"

Arlene said, "Well I just found out today. So far he seems to think it is kind of cool. He calls it his 'little front butt'."

Heather laughed, Arlene and Joanne followed.

When they all stopped laughing, Arlene continued speaking, "But he did say he wants to get his penis back as soon as he can, and doesn't want to be a girl. How is Aaron handling it?"

Heather replied, "Well, Aaron has always been easygoing and indifferent. He just sort of shrugged the whole thing off. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it at all, except that he has to sit to pee. Aaron doesn't like that at all."

The three of them sort of laughed again.

Heather asked, "What about the other boy, Chris, how is he handling it?"

There was a pause, then Joanne spoke up, "Hi Heather, this Joanne, Chris's mom. About Chris... Well, Chris has wanted to be a girl ever since he was 3 years old. So, for Chris, this is a dream come true. I've never seen Chris happier than he... Actually, she... is now. Once Jacob, thats my husband, and I got over the shock, and saw how happy Chris was, we accepted the change and rolled with it. We went

shopping with her, that is, Chris, and bought a few dresses and other girl's clothes. It is still kind of hard for us to accept, but Chris just loves being a girl and insists we refer to... her... using feminine words such as she, her, daughter, and girl. She actually gets a little mad if we slip up and refer to her with masculine words. So I'd say Chris is handling it well."

Heather said, "Wow... I would have never thought in a million years... Do you suppose my Aaron will eventually want to be a girl like your Chris?"

Joanne said, "I don't think so. Chris is what we call Transgendered. Latest theory says you are either born that way, or you aren't. So I don't think Aaron will, unless he's wanted to be a girl since early childhood."

Heather said, "Thank you. Well, I have a lot to think about now..."

Arlene piped in and said, "Don't worry Heather, we'll figure something out.".

They hung up. Minutes later Arlene and Joanne called another parent. This time Joanne did the talking, but the conversation was similar.

Halfway through this conversation, my mom came to pick me up. Arlene met them at the door, and pulled my mom aside, presumably to tell her the whole spiel they just spoke over the phone. I was both worried and relieved. Worried because my parents were about to find out. Relieved because I no longer had to figure out how to tell them.

CHAPTER 38: Full Disclosure

We drove home. Andy lived not too far away from where I did, so it only took around 7 minutes to get home. The car was quiet, no conversation at all, for about half the journey. Then, while stopped at a red light, my mom turned to me and popped the question.

"Are you..." she paused for a few seconds, "I know this is going to sound strange, but I have to know. Did Wendy or any of the other girls at school use some kind of magic toolset on your..."

She paused again for a second or two then continued, lowering her voice, "On your..."

Then she said, in almost a whisper, "...Penis?"

My parents were both raised in very conservative and sexually repressive homes, and anything having to do with sex or genitals was simply not something you talked about. They always seemed to have a hard time when it came to talking to me about anything of even a mildly sexual nature.

The question had been asked. Now I had to answer. Listening to Chris's and Andy's mom talk for the past several minutes made this topic a little less challenging, but it still wasn't easy. I took a deep breath.

"Yes mom. Everything you heard is true. I am a girl now. I have been since last Monday.", I said.

There I said it. My secret was out. It seemed so anti-climatic, though. Here I was worrying for days about how I was going to handle this moment, and what I was going to say. And now it was over. I had said it, it was done.

My mom paused for several seconds, then said, "I... I need to see"

I started to unzip my pants, ready to give her a quick peek right there in the car.

But my mom said, "Not now, dear, just wait and show me when we get home."

The rest of the car-trip was in silence. When we got home my mom immediately took me into my bedroom and told me to pull down my pants and show her what they had done. I did as I was told. As soon as I pulled my underwear down, my mom gasped in surprise as she saw that, indeed, I really was a girl now. After the surprise faded, I noticed a slight, very subtle, smile on her face. I wasn't sure what to make of it.

"See?", I said, "I have a coochie down there now, like a girl. No more weenie."

"Uh... Yes, you do... May I take a closer look?", she asked.

"OK", I answered.

My mom knelt down and looked right at my vulva.

Then she said, "Lay down on the bed and spread your legs apart all the way"

I did this. My mom brought her face down close to my vulva again. She reached up with her hands and spread open my slit. She held it open for a second or so as she looked closely. Then she took her hands away and stood back up.

She asked me sit back up, and tell her exactly what happened. I relayed the whole story, everything that happened over the past several days. How I saw the one girl naked and liked her slit. What Wendy did, how she wanted to trade weenies with me. In the end how I wanted to see what it would be like to have a slit and told Wendy to turn me into a girl. How it was too late to stop the change. How I felt after I was changed and how I felt now. How I kind of liked having a vulva, but also kind of missed having a penis. I told her everything, all the details.

"And there is no way to turn you back into a boy again?", she asked.

"Thats what both Wendy and her mom said. Its permanent, once you get changed into a girl you will be a girl for the rest of your life.", I said.

"And Wendy still has your... penis... in this Magic Toolset?", she asked.

"Well, her or Amy. I'm not sure who has it now.", I said.

"Honey why didn't you keep your penis when Wendy gave it back to you?", my mom asked, kind of upset, "the Doctors might have been able to put it back on!!"

"I don't think so, Mom.", I said, "Besides that they already said I would be a girl for the rest of my life and there was no way to change me back. I had kind of accepted that I was a girl now, and I figured why would I want a penis? What would a girl do with a penis anyway?"

"So do you really want to be a girl? Like Chris I mean, where we buy you dresses and stuff?" she asked me.

"Well, maybe one time. But not all the time.", I said.

I noticed that slight, subtle, almost imperceptible smile on her face again.

"You have to face the facts, though. If we can't find a way to change you back, You are going to have to start acting and dressing like a girl at some point, dear.", she said.

"But I don't want to mom. I just want to be a boy, but with a coochie.", I said.

"Thats OK for now.... But if we can't change you into a boy again, eventually your body is going to grow into a woman. You will get boobies and a womanly shape. You won't be able to pretend you are a boy anymore then. I want you to start dressing and acting like a girl long before that happens...", she said.

I interrupted her, "I don't want to dress or act like a girl, mom! I like having the coochie down there, but I don't want to actually BE a girl!", I complained.

My mom answered, kind of strongly, "Dear, you actually ARE a girl now, and there's nothing we can do to change that. Someday you are going to have to start acting and dressing like one. But don't worry, we won't have to deal with it yet. Probably not for a few years. For now you can keep acting and dressing like you are still a boy. Go ahead and put your clothes back on. I have to figure out how to tell your father about this when he gets home."

I pulled up my underwear. It fit very lose and hung kind of low in the front, just as it had ever since I got turned into a girl. Without my boy-parts there, the extra material just sort of hung there, and got all bunched up in the front when I went to pull my pants up. My mom noticed this.

"You know what, I think I'll buy you some panties. They would fit you a lot better than boy's underwear does. They will be more healthy for your... coochie... too.", my mom said.

"NO MOM!", I protested.

"You'll wear them under your clothes, so no one will ever see. I'll get neutral colors too, maybe just some plain whites and plain blacks.", my mom said.

"Mom... I don't want to wear panties!", I whined.

"Well I want you to wear them. Just once. Just try them one time, and if you don't like them you don't have to wear them.", my mom replied.

My mom left the room. Several minutes later my dad came home. My Dad and Mom had a long talk, I assume about me, but I didn't hear it all. They both came into my room and my mom asked me to take off my clothes again, to show my dad. I did, reluctantly. My dad took one look, then told me to put my clothes back on, and that he loved me whether I was a boy or a girl, and that things wouldn't be any different between me and him.

They left my room and went back into their bedroom to talk some more. After a minute or two, I walked up to their bedroom door. It was closed, but I was still able to stick my ear up to the door and hear what they were saying.

"Well, all throughout your pregnancy, you kept saying you wanted a daughter... Now you have one!", my dad said.

"I can't believe you are taking this so lightly.", my mom said.

There was a long pause.

Then my dad said, a little more quietly, "I'm not taking this lightly. The truth is I don't know how in the hell TO take this. I don't even know how to react or what to do. I mean I leave for work at lunchtime and everything's normal. I have a very stressful day because its my first day back after a long vacation, and I'm working the night shift instead of the day shift, so its all new people. And there's just a whole lot going on. I had a very rough day and I just wanted to go home and sleep a bit... Then I come home to find out that my son has been changed into a little girl by some magic toolkit some kid used on him at school... I can't deal with this right now. Later, but not now."

"I'm sorry, dear, I should have waited before telling you. Sleep, take a nap. I'll get us something to eat.", my mom said.

I heard footsteps and got away from the door quickly. I headed down the hall back into my bedroom. A second after I got in the door, I heard my parent's bedroom door open. My mom told me she was going to go shopping and to pick up something for us to eat for dinner. She went out into the car and left.

When she got back, I saw a couple pairs of panties and a nightshirt which was my size in the bag. I just couldn't believe she had already bought the stuff. I was hoping to wait at least a few weeks... I was somewhat horrified, but at the same time a little excited. I don't know how to explain it, but it felt nice, cool even, to know I was getting new clothes. I had never felt that way about clothes before in my whole life.

That night my mom insisted that I wear just the new nightshirt to bed, with nothing on underneath. She said something about vaginas needing to air out overnight and that it wasn't good to have them covered up all the time because they could get really itchy. Reluctantly, I put the nightshirt on. It was one thing when I wore a nightshirt at Wendy's house. But somehow it just didn't seem right for me to have to wear one at home.

However, once I had it on, I actually liked it. It felt kind of neat to wear the nightshirt and be naked underneath. Not only that, but the nightshirt was, dare I say it, cute. I liked the way the nightshirt looked on me. I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror a little longer. With the nightshirt on, I looked so much like a girl. Even with the short hair. I again started to feel just a little feminine. Not quite as strong as I did back on the beach with Anna... But I did start to feel more like I was a real, actual, girl, rather than a coochie-boy or a boy. I don't quite know how to explain it, but somehow it felt good to actually be a girl again.

I went to bed. That night I also discovered something else I liked about wearing a nightshirt: It was really easy to play with my vulva when I wasn't wearing any underwear. Just slip the nightshirt up a little, reach in, and go to town... Which is exactly what I did... As the pleasure overtook me, I again became thankful that I was a girl now. I used to be able to make my penis feel kind of good sometimes by playing with it. But it was never anything quite like this. Playing with my vulva felt so much better...

At some point I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning with my nightshirt still pulled up, hand still in between my legs. I thought I had better be a little more careful in the future, because I didn't want my parents to come in and discover... A split-second later I reminded myself that my parents knew I had a coochie now, and I no longer had to hide that from them.

I wore the nightshirt to bed that night, Friday, and Saturday. Sunday morning, I actually asked my mom to buy a couple more nightshirts! I liked them, and decided I would wear a nightshirt to bed most of the time from then on.

I didn't want to try the panties just yet though. That just felt too girly. But every morning, my mom kept gently suggesting that I try them... Just one time...

(continued in part 9)