I walked out in front of my house. Wendy was there waiting for me. I was anxious to do some trick-or-treating because we only had about a half-hour before we had to leave for the party. We started to walk up the street towards my neighbor's house. I noticed that Wendy was looking around an awful lot.

"So are you moving back into your house?", I asked.

Wendy replied, "No. I'm only here for tonight. Then I have to go."

We quickly walked up to my neighbor's house.

"Trick or Treat", we both yelled.

My neighbor answered the door, commented about how she thought our costumes were really cute, and gave us our treat. We each got nice, large candy bars. Not the "mini" kind most people get for Halloween. These were full size.

We continued on, similarly stopping by several other houses. Everything was fairly uneventful until we were about five houses away from the end of my street.

Just as we were leaving that house, a car came around the corner at the end of my street. It was painted flat black so no light reflected off of it, and had all dark windows (even the front window was tinted very dark). It was driving slowly. As soon as Wendy noticed it, she became very nervous and fearful.

"Oh no, it's Ay-Roo!", she said, and walked quickly around the side of the house, behind a tall bush next to the porch.

I followed her. "Who's Ay-Roo?", I asked.

"Shut up they might hear you!", she whispered tersely, as she quickly brought her hand up to her face and began to rubbing her fingers over the odd-looking glowing symbols on her mask.

What happened next defies all explanation. It is something one might expect to see in the movies, but to see it in real life is not only un-expected, but tends to "take your breath away" for a moment...

Wendy suddenly changed, completely. In the blink of an eye she went from a blond light-skinned girl with green face makeup and a mask, to a dark-haired, dark-skinned boy dressed as a pirate, with an eye-patch. The eye-patch had some of the same glowing symbols that had been on her mask.

I took a step back. I was speechless and couldn't believe what I had just saw. I had a strong urge to run back home.

"I'm still me", Wendy said, "I just look different". It was definitely her voice.

"How?", was all I could manage to say.

"I'll tell you in a sec.", she said, "Lets go to the next house."

The dark car slowly drove past us. I walked with Wendy-the-black-pirate-boy on to the next house. We got our treat and walked on. After we went to a few more houses, the dark car went around the corner and out of site. Wendy walked a little ways until we found some more tall bushes to hide behind.

"So are you a real boy now, you know, down there?", I asked.

"No", Wendy laughed, "It just looks that way. I still have a coochie and everything for reals."

She rubbed the symbols on her eye-patch, and after a second or two, she instantly changed back to her normal self again.

"It's a special magic mask my mom stole from her work one time. It makes you look like someone else for a little while. Neat, huh?", she said.

"Yeah. That's Amazing.", I said, "So how does it work?"

"You just rub the symbols and think about what you want to look like. But you have to think really really hard and...", Wendy said.

"No I mean how does it make you look different?", I asked.

"I don't know. It's just magic. Like the toolsets and stuff.", Wendy said.

"So why did you dress up? Couldn't you just use that mask?", I asked.

"No because the mask will quit working after a while, and my mom has no way to re-charge it. It's for emergencies only.", Wendy said.

We were in front of another house, so we stopped talking, did the trick-or-treat thing, then resumed our conversation. This same thing happened for each house we went to. While we were walking, we'd talk. As soon as we'd come to a house, we'd stop and trick-or-treat, then start talking again. I learned a lot about Wendy and her mom that night. The conversation went something like this:

"So, who's Ay-Roo", I asked her.

"Ay-Roo, that is A-A-E-R-U, which stands for Arcane And Extraterrestrial Research Unit. That's the secret place where my mom used to work, where she stole the toolsets and stuff from. They are after us. We have to live in motels and move every couple days so they won't find us.", Wendy said.

"What happens if they catch you? Are they going throw you in jail or something?", I asked.

"It won't be just jail. My mom says they hurt you really bad until you are almost dead, then heal you up, and hurt you again, and keep doing that over and over. They know your worst fears, and make you have to live through them. They are really mean to anyone who mess with them, like my mom did. They are even meaner to anyone who breaks the secret oath. My mom did that too. My mom said if they ever caught me they would turn me into a boy and make me walk around naked in front of everyone for a whole month, then roll me around naked in fire and coals and throw big rocks at me until I died.", Wendy said.

"So why are they after you instead of your mom?", I asked.

Wendy said, "If they get me, my mom will come and rescue me. Then they will get her too."

"Do you think AAERU could really turn you into a boy?", I asked.

"Well, their magic toolset turned you into a girl... So they probably could turn me into a boy.", Wendy said.

"But your mom said it was impossible to change back into a boy.", I said.

"Well, my mom lies a lot.", said Wendy.

"So, could your Mom change me back into a boy again?", I asked.

"No, you silly coochie-boy!!", Wendy said, "Its permanent, remember? Just look at your coochie. There is no place to stick a weenie. I tried it before. The magic healing glue doesn't work if you try to stick a weenie onto your coochie... But maybe a different toolset at AAERU could do it..."

Wendy continued talking, but I was no longer listening. I started to think about what it would be like if I was a boy again, and soon I was lost in thought. It was funny, I could remember that I used to have a penis, how it used to look and all... But I could only vaguely remember what it actually felt like to really have boy-parts down there. I had a vulva for so long, and liked it so much, that it had become 'normal' for me.

I tried really hard to bring those memories back, to remember what it was like having boy-parts. I vividly imagined a penis sticking out between my legs, with a puffy scrotum under it... It seemed so strange, so out of place, so imperfect, so... ugly. 'Eewww', I thought to myself. I held the image in my mind for a moment, then imagined Wendy cutting it off again. It felt so good, almost like an orgasm, to watch as she cut through my penis and took it away from my body. 'Yeah, thats right, Wendy, cut it off! Cut it all off! Make me nice and smooth down there!' In my mind I saw my balls get sucked in, and my scrotum deflating, and all of it turning into girl-parts. I was so glad to have that beautiful smoothness down there again.

Wendy gave me a little push, which broke me out of my thoughts.

"Whats wrong, coochie-boy? You want to be a weenie-boy now?", she said with just a bit of a laugh.

"No.", I replied, "I was just thinking about what it might be like..."

Wendy interrupted, "Why? You have a coochie now. Thats so much better... Getting rid of your weenie was the best thing you ever did!"

"Do you still have my weenie?", I asked.

"Yep, its my favorite one.", said Wendy, "The best weenie in my whole collection. I take it out and play with it a lot..."

"Doesn't it wear out?", I asked.

"No silly, my mom made copies of your weenie with one of her special machines, just like all the other weenies. I play with the copies. We keep your real weenie in a secret place... Hey, did you know I got a whole bunch of new weenies?", said Wendy enthusiastically.

"How?", I asked.

"Well we are staying at all these Motels, and there are almost always some boys there. So I trade weenies with them if they let me. I even put copies of your weenie onto some of them!", Wendy said excitedly.

I imagined several boys walking around naked, all of them having my former penis between their legs. It was a strange thought.

"My mom calls me her little Traveling Tradesgirl. The best Weenie Wrangler in the west!", Wendy said proudly.

"Did you turn any of the boys into girls?", I asked.

"My mom said we had to quit doing that or we would both get into trouble...", Wendy replied, "...But there was this one boy who really really wanted to be a girl, so he could be just like me and all of his sisters. He has a coochie now, and I have his weenie! Oh, and there was another boy who wouldn't let me to put a weenie back on him right away. He waited to long, so now he's a girl, too. But for everyone else, I only traded weenies."

"How do you get boys to pull down their pants?", I asked.

"Oh thats easy.", said Wendy, "Boys love to look at coochies. So you just tell them you'll show them your coochie if they show you their weenie. It works every time!"

"How do you make them let you cut off their weenie?", I asked.

"I just open the toolset and ask them if they want to trade weenies. A lot of boys like that.", Wendy replied.

"What if they don't?", I asked

"Well then you have think of something. Like play with their weenie, and tell them it feels good like that to use the magic tool. Or let them play with your coochie, or whisper in their ear and ask them very nicely, or even kiss them. But some boys won't even let you touch their weenie at all...", Wendy answered.

After a short pause she said, "Hey, you should try trading weenies with a boy sometime. Its fun! You can start your own weenie collection in your toolset."

We were both quiet for a while. Then, I thought of something else to ask her, something that was bothering me.

"Do you think AAERU is going to come after me because I have a toolset?", I asked.

"Nope.", said Wendy, "They don't know about it, and have no way to find out. The guys who chase after mom and me aren't very smart."

I suspected it was probably getting close to the time the party was supposed to start, so I told Wendy this next house with the long sidewalk would be the last one, then I needed to get back home.

There was a boy dressed as a wrestler at the end of the long sidewalk, almost at the door of the house. He was probably a year or two older than Wendy and I. I noticed Wendy was paying particularly close attention to him.

Wendy said, "I bet that boy has a really neat weenie."

Not too interested, I answered, "Yeah maybe."

"Maybe?", Wendy exclaimed, "No, definitely!"

"Well how would you know?", I asked, "You can't even see it!"

Wendy explained, "Well, its sort of a guess. But I'm usually correct. I just kind of know... Just like I knew you were going to have a neat weenie even before I saw it for the first time."

Wendy and I were about halfway down the sidewalk when Wrestler-Boy finished. He was walking away from the house, towards us. Both Wendy and I were staring at him. He noticed our gaze, smiled, let out a roar, and did a quick muscle-flex, then kept walking right on past us, down the sidewalk, back towards the other houses.

Wendy turned and watched him as he walked by. "I'd sure love to see that boy's weenie...", she said.

Wrestler-Boy turned his head around and looked at us for a second, smiled big, then continued walking.

Wendy whispered to me, "...and take it off if he'd let me!"

I waited until Wrestler-Boy was further away so he couldn't hear us, then said, "Take it off? You want to turn him into a girl?"

Wendy replied, "I just want his weenie. He could trade me for another one of my weenies, or let himself turn into a girl. I don't care, as long as I get to keep his weenie."

We walked back towards my home. We were a few houses away, when a white car pulled up to the curb. It had all dark windows just like the AAERU car we saw earlier.

Wendy said, "Got to go, see you at the party!", and headed towards the white car. The back door of the car opened, and Wendy got in.

I continued on home. My mom asked me how the trick-or-treating went, and if I was ready to go to the party. We left a few minutes later.

CHAPTER 53: The Party

I arrived at the party. My mom left and said she'd be back to pick me in a few hours. She was in a hurry because my parents had their own party to go to, and they were running a little late.

Shelly lived in a really big, fancy house like Wendy used to. The front door was already open. As I walked in, a gorilla bumped right into me, pushing me into a small table and knocking over a bowl of small individually-wrapped candies. A few of them spilled onto the floor. The person in the gorilla suit apologized in a loud whisper, and bent down to help me pick up the spilled candies. I wondered who was in the gorilla suit? Probably an adult, or maybe an older teenager. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. Also, it might have been my imagination or maybe a trick of the light, but it seemed like the gorilla's eyes were faintly, very faintly, glowing green.

Just as we started picking up the spilled candies, a small black dog ran towards us from seemingly out of nowhere. He was one of those hyper-active poodle half-breed types. He ran up, grabbed one of the candies, and chomped it down, paper-wrapper and all. Seconds later he did it again with a second piece of candy. Then he went for a third piece, one I was just about to grab. The little dog let out a loud bark, which startled me. I pulled back my hand a bit -- that was all the dog needed. He grabbed that third piece of candy and ran off a short distance, then quickly chomped it down too.

"That's Shelly's dog, Panther.", said Shelly's mom, "You have to pick things up fast, because if you drop anything on the floor and Panther sees it, he will run over and eat it."

"Yeah if its on the floor, its HIS!", Shelly added.

"Don't worry about the candy, we'll get the rest of it", said Shelly's mom. She bent down to help the gorilla-suit person pick up the last few pieces, and shoo away Panther whenever he tried to grab one more.

I looked around. There were about a dozen kids there, and 4 adults including the two behind me picking up candy. I knew about half of the kids from school, the rest I had never seen before. Wendy was already there. She walked up to Shelly and I.

"Glad you could make it, coochie boy!", she said. Her and Shelly laughed, and walked over to one of the couches. I followed them.

As soon as we sat down, in walked Judy and Mike. They both spotted Wendy at the same time. Judy looked a little upset. Mike smiled, and gave Judy a good hard jab in the ribs.

"Ooooh, look, Judy. Wendy is back. No more nookie-cookies for your coochie!", Mike said excitedly.

"Shut up, Mike", Judy snapped.

He laughed and pushed Judy a lot more harder than what would be considered playful. They both started to walk towards Wendy, then some other boy, probably one of Mike's friends, called him back outside ("Mike! Get over here quick, check this out!"), and he went.

Judy came and sat with us. Her and Wendy talked a bit. Wendy explained how she was on the run and only here for tonight. Judy explained the whole little sex-slavery thing she had set up with Mike. After that there was some small talk, with an occasional interjection by Shelly. Soon Annie walked over and joined the group. I was pretty much being ignored by them, and was starting to get bored. I was just about ready to get up and go talk to someone else...

Then Andy walked up.

Wendy said, "Hello, coochie boy, how have you been?". The other girls laughed.

Andy remained serious, walked straight up in front of Wendy, and asked, "Can I have my weenie back now? I don't want to be a girl anymore."

Wendy began to reply, "I'm sorry Andy, I..."

Judy interrupted, saying "Oh we were just kidding about that 'give you weenie back' part!!", followed by laughing from all the girls except Wendy, who stayed serious.

"What do you mean just kidding?", Andy asked.

"She means, she can't put your weenie back on! None of us can. It is impossible.", Annie said.

Andy replied, "So I am stuck being a..."

"GIRL!", interrupted Shelly, followed by a giggle. Then she taunted, "No more weenie for you..."

Wendy poked Shelly in the ribs very hard. Shelly let out a little scream.

Wendy said, "You're a coochie boy, Andy. Still a boy, just with a coochie instead of a weenie. You're not a girl unless you want to be."

"Boys don't have coochies.", said Andy.

Shelly said "Yeah! No weenie, not a boy!", and pushed Wendy hard, knocking her into Judy.

Judy chimed in, "Coochies are what girls have, and Andy has a coochie, so he's a girl."

"But...", Wendy said, somewhat flabbergasted.

Judy interrupted again, loudly, "He's a girl! Just like the rest of them!"

"I want my weenie back!", said Andy, starting to tear up just a little.

Judy stood up, looked Andy in the face, and said, "Your weenie? What do you mean YOUR weenie? You're a girl, Andy, A GIRL! Girls don't have weenies!!"

All the girls laughed again, except Wendy, who walked away with a look of both worry and anger on her face... She headed off down the hall into one of the other rooms of the house. I followed her, and found her sitting on the bed, with her toolset on her lap. She was upset and on the verge of crying. I didn't know what to do. I went over and sat next to her, and held her hand, just like my Mom would do if I was upset. It seemed to work.

"I hate having to move all the time. I hate living in Motels. I wish we still lived in the big nice house we had here.", she said, "I wish I would never have brought the toolset to school. I just wanted to trade so I could get some new weenies. I didn't want to turn everyone into a girl. That was my mom's idea."

"Not even Jimmy?", I asked.

"Well, Jimmy deserved it. But Andy didn't, and I can't change him back, and now he's sad.", Wendy said.

We sat there for a few seconds in silence.

"What about me?", I asked.

She got a little upset, "I just wanted to trade weenies with you, thats all. You knew what would happen if I didn't put a weenie back on you, and you told me to let it happen. You wanted to become a girl."

After another pause, she asked, "Are you happy now?"

"Yes", I said, "I'm very happy you came here so I could see you again."

"No", she said, "Are you happy because you are a girl?"

"Yes", I said, "I am."

"Well Andy isn't", Wendy said, "My mom said he would be. Another lie."

I told her something my dad told me once after something bad happened, "There's nothing you can do to change that. What is, is."

We sat there for a little longer. Then Wendy put her toolset under the bed. I asked her about it.

She brightened up a little and said, "Oh, this is one of the extra ones. I brought it along just in case a boy at the party wants to trade weenies."

We both walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. Wendy stopped in front of a door at the very end of the hallway, right next to the wall of the Living Room.

"I have to use the restroom.", she said, "I'll be out in in a few minutes"

I continued on, back into the Living room. The person in the gorilla suit was gone. A few more kids had arrived, among them was Lisa. She was in a conversation with Annie, but they had their backs facing me, and hadn't seen me yet. I took a few steps closer and listened in on their conversation.

Annie said, "If I could get my hands on one of Wendy's magic toolsets, I'd take off my brother's weenie first. He's a really big meanie, with a really big weenie."

Lisa said, astonished, "You saw his weenie before?"

Annie replied, "Yep. Its huge. As big as my little sister's arm!"

Lisa said, "Wow! No way!"

"Yes way! Its this big!", Annie said, as she gestured with her hands to show the size.

Just then they noticed me.

"Oh Hi, coochie-boy!", Annie said.

"Yeah, hello.", Lisa said.

Then they went back to their conversation as if I wasn't even there.

"So how would you ever cut it off?", Lisa asked, "He'd beat you up for sure!"

Annie smiled mischievously, and said, "He sleeps through everything. You should see what my mom and dad have to do to get him up in the morning! You could jump on his bed and he wouldn't wake up. So anyway, I'd sneak into his bedroom in the middle of the night. Pull off the covers, grab his weenie, put it in the tool, and squeeze the handles closed as fast as I could. I'd have his weenie off before he even woke up."

"Well, what about his Pajamas?", said Lisa.

"Oh thats easy, he likes to sleep naked most of the time!", Annie replied.

Both girls laughed at this.

"Naked? Really?", Lisa said, "Can I spend the night at your house sometime?"

"Sure if you want to...", Annie said, "Anyway, so I'd take his weenie off, then I'd paint him with the pink paint, and run out of there. When I got back into my room, I would put his weenie under my pillow... In the morning I would grab his weenie, and hold it behind my back, and walk up to him. Then I would laugh and say 'are you missing a little something? Like your weenie?' and hold it up in front of him. Then run into my bedroom and lock the door and lock his weenie up in my secret jewelry box. Then if he tried to do anything to me, I would always tell him I'm keeping his weenie and will only give it back to him if he was very nice to me."

Annie paused for a moment, then started to laugh, "Could you imagine my big brother standing there, naked, with a coochie?"

Lisa started to laugh at this too.

Just then, Wendy walked up. They all exchanged happy greetings and hugs. After these pleasantries, they started up another conversation. But I quickly lost interest as I saw a good friend of mine come walking in the Front Door...

CHAPTER 54: Point Blank

It was Dean, who I had known since I was a toddler. We used to be neighbors, and I would see him almost everyday. But a year ago they moved to a larger house several streets away, so I didn't see him much anymore. I would only see him sometimes at school. He was a year older than me (and thus in a different class).

I walked over towards him. As soon as he spotted me, he started walking towards me. He also started laughing.

"A girl?", he said loudly, "YOU dressed up as A GIRL?"

I didn't know what to say. I was stunned, my mind confused with two conflicting thoughts. One was extreme embarrassment because I was dressed like a girl and someone I knew, very well, found out about it. The other was a certain pride, because I really was a girl inside, and now I was one outside too. Also the Cinderella dress I was wearing was quite nice... I liked the way I looked.

"Thats a boy?!?!", some other kid said, pointing at me. He started laughing too.

"No way", said another kid.

All of the sudden I felt a hard pulling at my waist. Someone behind me had grabbed my dress and was trying to pull it down. It didn't take much, as the dress was held on only by some cheap elastic. I went to grab my waist-band, but it was too late. Before I could react, down went my dress. Fortunately underneath the dress I was wearing a smooth stretchy pair of pants, almost like a leotard. So I wasn't left standing there in panties or naked. But those smooth-pants were so tight that I might as well have been naked. Everything I had 'down there' was showing... Prominently showing.

The kid behind me, who had pulled down my dress, laughed and laughed as he ran away. It was the same kindergartener brat who looked up my shorts several weeks ago. Dean and the other two boys were standing there, looking at my groin in amazement. I quickly bent down and pulled up my dress, but the damage had been done. They all saw the clear outline of my vulva though the tight fabric. It was abundantly obvious to all that I actually did have girl-parts down there.

"That's no boy!", one of the kids said to Dean, pointing at my groin.

Both of the kids walked away, leaving Dean there in front of me.

"Wow man you even look like a girl between the legs! How did you do that? Its like you don't even have a weenie at all!", Dean exclaimed.

I almost said, 'Well I don't have a weenie at all...' But I stopped myself. My mind was racing. I had to think of something. Was I really going to tell Dean that I was a girl now? If I did, then I knew he would ask how it happened and why, and I would have to explain that to him. Also, what would happen to our friendship? Would things ever be the same? I didn't think it would, because Dean didn't associate with girls very much.

I decided I didn't want to tell him I was a girl... I remembered the one day I was with Dean in the restroom and he wanted me to "play the fireman", and how I couldn't do it because didn't have a penis anymore. I was able to get out of that. Maybe I could get out of this... But how? Then all of the sudden it came to me. I remembered what Chris had said about the rubber coochies when he was still a boy and stayed overnight at Wendy's house the first time.

"Rubber coochies, special glue, and special tape", I said, "it is amazing."

"Yeah, I'll say", said Dean, "you looked just like a real girl down there, man!! Does it hurt?"

"Its kind of uncomfortable, and kind of weird, but it doesn't hurt", I said.

"How do you pee", Dean asked.

"You, um... Have to sit, and...", I quickly tried to remember what Chris had told me... Then it all came back! "There is a little tube that goes around your weenie and out through the coochie", I said.

"Wow.", Dean said, "Hey man, can you show me that? Lets go in the bathroom. Come on!"

Oh crap. I didn't see that one coming. The whole scheme I had just came up with was about to fall, like a house of cards in the wind.

"I don't have to go right now", I said, hoping that would be enough to change his mind.

"You don't have to pee, I just want to get a closer look at the rubber coochie and see the tube and stuff", Dean said.

"Its, uh...", I said. I had to think of something fast. "Its really hard to put it back on after you take it off.", I stammered.

"Well you have to show me sometime", Dean said.

"OK, I will", I answered.

Dean walked off to talk to some other kids.

I hoped he would forget about the whole rubber coochie thing. Maybe I could get Wendy to give me one, just in case... I walked over to her and was about to ask her about it, when two more kids came in. One of them was Wrestler-Boy. Soon he spotted Wendy and I, and walked right up to us. He was about to ask us something, when all of the sudden, there was a loud crash as the Front Door of the house flew open.

The BB's came bursting in. First Damien who stunk to high heaven like cheap beer, and walked unsteady. He was obviously a little drunk. Followed by Shane, then Paul who swaggered in like he owned the place. All three were dressed as Mobsters. Suits, hats, sunglasses, even toy Tommie-Guns (at least I hoped they were toys). They had some pretty cool costumes. But I wasn't about to walk up and get a closer look at them. I was hoping and praying the BB's wouldn't notice me.

There was a sudden silence in the room as everyone became aware of who had just walked in. We all stood, still and quiet, and watched as the scene unfolded.

"Dis da party?", slurred Damien.

"Sorry, guys this party is for the kids. You are just a bit too old.", said Shelly's mom.

"Well we is... is... is... st-st-staying.", Damien stammered.

"We won't cause no trouble.", said Paul with a mischievous grin.

"I'm sorry, but it is invite-only. I'll have to ask you to leave.", said Shelly's mom.

"I'll have to ask you to re-consider.", Paul said brazenly, waving his gun.

We heard the sliding glass door off the dining room open, followed by heavy footsteps approaching from that side of the room. A few seconds later, an unknown mans voice said, loudly and sternly, "You three heard what the lady said. The door's right there. Now GET OUT!"

"You'll regret this!", said Shane, trying to be mean and tough. But his voice just sounded to girlish and he only ended up being comical. I also noticed that he had small, but noticeable, breasts sticking out of his chest. It looked funny to see a mobster with little tiny breasts. I almost started laughing, it took all my might to hold it back.

The unknown man said, "Don't threaten me, punk! I ain't afraid of you, or your Pa. If I catch you, any of you, anywhere near my house again tonight, there will be hell to pay. HELL! Mark my words!"

The BBs walked out. Paul was the last one out, just before he went out the door, he turned around.

"The only one here gonna pay is you!", he said with a sneer, pointing towards the open side of the room where the unknown man's voice was coming from.

"I ain't afraid of your Pa either. You're all a bunch of 2-bit thugs. Worthless cowardly scum.", the unknown man said.

The man took another step, and came into the living room where we all could see him. He was a stud of a man, a little over six feet tall, well toned muscles, fit and trim, built like a warrior, with a firm determined stare that would put discomfort into even the bravest. Definitely someone I wouldn't ever want to piss off.

Paul took a step back, then quickly turned and went back outside.

The man mumbled something under his breath about "teenagers these days", then turned to all of us and said in a gentle tone, "Don't worry about them, they won't be back. All you kids have a good time!"

He then walked back into the kitchen. Shelly's mom followed him. Seconds later we heard the sliding glass door close.

"Who was that guy?", one of the kids asked.

"Thats my Dad", Shelly said, "he used to be in the Army, now he works at the Construction Yard."

"Your dad is really cool!", said another one of the kids.

Wrestler-Boy told me, "I'm going to grow up to be just like him".

"You've got nice big muscles", Wendy said.

Wrestler-Boy smiled and said, "I saw how you two girls were looking at me earlier. You want to see me flex again?"

Wendy turned to me and smirked, raising her eyebrows.

Then she turned back to Wrestler-Boy and said, "Sure but its to crowded in here. Lets go back in the bedroom, so you have plenty of room to move your arms."

"OK", said Wrestler-Boy.

CHAPTER 55: Private Session

The three of us went back into the room Wendy and I were in earlier. It was large, easily twice the size of my bedroom. I could hardly believe that someone would actually have a bedroom this large. But then again Shelly's house was really big, so it made sense that the bedrooms inside of it would be really big too.

As soon as we were in the bedroom, Wrestler-Boy wasted no time. He smiled and did a perfect body-builder flex. He held the pose for a few seconds, then went back to a normal stance.

"What do you girls think of these muscles?", he asked

"I like them!", Wendy said.

"Me too", I said half-heartedly.

I didn't really like his muscles, I was just playing along with Wendy. But even I had to admit he was fairly well-built. At least as much as you can be at that age. He flexed once more, very proud of what he had.

Wendy said, "Hey... Can you take your shirt off so we can see them better?"

"Sure", Wrestler-Boy said. He took his shirt off then flexed once more.

"What do you think?", he asked.

"You're gorgeous", said Wendy, "and so strong."

"How about you, princess?" he said to me.

"You have nice big muscles", I said. I kind of wished I had muscles like that.

Wrestler-Boy started to put his shirt back on. Wendy quickly walked up and put her hand on his shoulder.

"I bet you got big leg muscles too", she said, "can we see them?"

Wrestler-Boy held up a leg.

"No, I mean...", Wendy paused for a moment, then said much more quickly and a little more quietly, "Can you take your pants off?", Wendy asked.

"I don't want you to see my underwear", Wrestler-Boy said.

"Well then we'll show you our underwear too", Wendy said, "and maybe more."

She gave me a pleading look, as if to say 'come on do this with me'. I thought, 'here we go again'. But I played along with her. I kinda wanted to see if Wrestler-Boy's penis really was "interesting" like Wendy had said it would be.

"OK, but lock the door first, I don't want anyone else coming in", Wrestler-Boy said.

Wendy locked the door. Wrestler-Boy started to pull down his pants, then stopped.

"You First!", he said.

"OK", said Wendy.

Wendy quickly took her costume off. Soon she was standing there just in panties. It looked kind of funny to see her face green and the rest of her body her normal lighter-colored flesh tone.

Wrestler-Boy took his clothes off, and soon he was in just his underwear too. He had an obvious boner. I stood there watching both of them.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get your clothes off, princess!", Wrestler-Boy said to me.

Somewhat reluctantly, I undressed down to my panties.

Wrestler-Boy looked at both of us and said, "Wow you two are beauties!".

Wendy asked, "Can we see your weenie?"

Wrestler-Boy boy said, "I'll take off my underwear if you take off yours."

Wendy said, "You first."

Wrestler-Boy said, "No, you first!"

'Not this again', I thought. It was the same old game my cousin played with me.

"Do it at the same time", I said, "You grab her panties, and she grabs your underwear. Then you both pull each other's down at the same time. That way no one can cheat."

Wendy and Wrestler-Boy agreed. They pulled each other's underwear down, and were both naked. Wrestler-Boy's penis pointed straight out at Wendy. It was only slightly larger than the one I used to have, which was kind of a surprise since he was at least a year, maybe two, older than me, and taller. There was nothing special or out of the ordinary about it at all. It was just an average penis.

'HA!', I thought, 'Wendy was wrong -- this guy's weenie is just normal.'

Wendy looked at me and mouthed the words, "I want it", and pointed to Wrestler-Boy's penis.

Wrestler-Boy noticed Wendy pointing and said, "You like it? You can play with it if you want."

Wendy grabbed his penis. He turned towards me and noticed I was still wearing my panties.

He said, "Get your panties off, princess! Whats wrong? Are you shy?"

I pulled my panties down. I felt that familiar slight coldness as my vulva was exposed. I wondered if I would have an erection like him right now if I was still a boy. I bet I would.

Wrestler-Boy said, "Wow, princess, you've got a real nice pussy!"

He started to walk over to me. Wendy let go of his penis. Soon he stood in front of me and put his hands on either side of my waist. His erect penis was pointing straight at my lower belly, just slightly above my waist. I felt that strange stirring like I felt when I saw my cousin's penis. I wanted Wrestler-Boy's penis. Not between my legs - I wanted to take it off of Wrestler-Boy and run away with it, and hide it. So he couldn't have it anymore and I could keep it for myself. I also felt that familiar warm feeling between my legs. I knew my vulva would be getting wet soon.

As I was thinking, Wrestler-Boy had bent his knees a little, bringing his penis down so it was level with my vulva. He then held on a little tighter to my sides, and pulled me in close to him. The tip of his penis was inside my slit just a little tiny ways, just touching the entrance to my vagina. I knew he intended to push his penis into me. I was scared and nervous. But at the same time I wanted him to do it. I really, really, wanted him to push his penis in, as far as it would go. I couldn't explain it. It didn't make any sense to me why I would want that. But I did. I wanted it inside of me, and wanted it bad. I couldn't resist the desire. I was just starting to push myself into him, when Wendy intervened. She grabbed Wrestler-Boy's arm, hard...

"Lets lay down on the bed and play Doctor!", Wendy said, as she pulled him away from me.

Wrestler-Boy went with Wendy over to the bed. I was left standing there, almost totally lost in the thoughts and feelings I was having. I could feel my vulva getting all wet, and a little tingly. I wanted to play with it. I felt kind of strange all over. I don't know what came over me, but as Wendy and Wrestler-Boy were busy doing their thing on the bed, I started to play with myself. I couldn't help it, I just had to do it. I closed my eyes and masturbated myself off to bliss-land again. It was wonderful.

Some time went by, then I looked up and noticed Wendy had her magic toolset open, and the tool was around Wrestler-Boy's penis. She was slowly squeezing the handles, and Wrestler-Boy's penis was starting to look rather stretched. I noticed this toolset was missing one of the jars, and had several empty slots. There was only one penis in it. I thought that was a little unusual, and was going to ask Wendy about it later. All of the sudden, Wendy leaned back a bit. Wrestler-Boy's penis had come off. Wendy took the tool, with the penis still in it, away from Wrestler-Boy's body.

"Now you are a no-weenie boy!", said Wendy.

"Oh wow! I didn't think it would actually work. I thought you were kidding.", said Wrestler-Boy as he looked down at his groin. He brought his hand up to see if it was real.

"Yep, its really for reals, no-weenie boy!", Wendy said exuberantly, as she painted Wrestler-Boy's former penis with the clear fluid in the one jar.

"This is kind of cool...", said Wrestler-Boy.

He stood up and strutted around a bit, looking down at his groin the whole time. He spread his legs apart and jutted out his hips. His balls hung there all alone, with no penis above them. He flexed his arms and legs, and laughed.

"Let me see my weenie", he said to Wendy.

She gave it to him. He sat back down on the bed and held his former penis up in front of his face, studying it.

After a few seconds, he said, "It's kind of neat".

He held it up to his groin where it used to be, then made a whooshing noise as he pulled it away. He walked around the room, arm outstretched all the way, penis sticking straight out from between his fingers, making noises like a rocket or airplane.

Wendy was starting to get nervous.

"Give me that weenie and let me put this other one on you. Hurry.", said Wendy.

Wrestler-Boy handed Wendy his former penis.

"Why?", he asked, "What's the rush?"

Wendy held the penis up to her face and rotated it slowly, as if she was looking for something. At the same time, she explained, "I have to put another weenie on you soon, or else you'll..."

Just then the door bursted open. Shelly came running in, followed by two other boys. One of them took a quick look around, then quickly backed out of the room. The other boy just stood there, staring in awe. Shelly looked around and smiled.

Wrestler-Boy was very angry. "I thought you locked the door!!", he yelled at Wendy.

"I did!", snapped Wendy.

"Oh, it was locked, all right...", Shelly said, "We -- just -- unlocked -- it."

Shelly held up a key with a laugh, and started walking over towards Wendy. The awestruck boy came back to his senses. He looked at Wrestler-Boy's penis-less groin, then at the penis in Wendy's hand.

"Oh, wow! Let me see it!", he exclaimed, as he ran past Shelly and bumped into Wendy, pushing her back a few steps, almost knocking her over.

"No.", Wendy said, "Its mine!!!"

A minor struggle ensued between Wendy and the boy. Wrestler-Boy stood up and walked over to them.

"No its MINE.", said Wrestler-Boy, "Give it back."

"Not anymore. You gave it to me", said Wendy as she took a quick step to the side, escaping from them both.

"Well if you don't give it to ME, I'm going to tell...", the boy said.

Wendy stopped. So did Wrestler-Boy.

"Don't worry I'll give it right back. I just want to look at it.", the boy said.

Wendy reluctantly gave the penis to the boy. She turned back to her toolset, getting out the second jar of clear solution and the one other penis. She was just about to open the jar, when the second boy that Shelly had walked in with came running back into the room. There were with five other kids behind him...

"See, I told you they were naked!!", he said.

The last of the five kids he was with started laughing and yelled out, very loudly, down the hall behind him "Hey they are all naked in here!".

CHAPTER 56: Pandemonium

In seconds there was a sudden stampede, as a dozen others came crowding and pushing into the bedroom.

Wendy, Wrestler-Boy, and I were stunned. We all quickly tried to grab something to cover ourselves with, as the room filled up. But it was no use. Our clothes were in the middle of the room, where everyone was standing, and the few items we did try to grab were snatched away before we could do anything with them. The other kids jeered and laughed at our nakedness, pointing at us, and especially at wrestler-boy's groin which had only a wet red blotch where his penis should have been.

The one boy who had Wrestler-Boy's former penis tried to give it back to Wendy, but it was snatched away by another kid before she could get it. The penis was being passed or tossed around the room, like a football or the proverbial "hot potato". There was a chaotic chorus of phrases such as "gimmie it", "let me see the weenie", and "pass it over here", as it was passed or thrown around. Boys and girls alike, everyone wanted to see the severed penis.

Suddenly another kid shouted out, "there's another one over here!"

Then there were two penises being passed around the room. Wendy, Wrester-Boy, and I tried to retrieve one of the penises, but it was no use. Every time we'd get close, they would toss the penis to someone else. It was like a perverted game of "keep-away".

During this time, there was a clatter as the contents of Wendy's toolset was dumped onto the floor, like the contents of a broken piniata. One of the jars broke open and made a mess on the floor. I was leaning over, trying to grab anything I could off the floor, but to no avail. Wendy had managed to get the Tool and the remaining unbroken jar. She was holding both tightly.

All of the sudden, someone grabbed me. Or more specifically, grabbed my vulva. I looked up to see an older kid, probably almost a teenager, with one hand holding firmly onto my girl-slit, the other firmly around one of my legs. He had a mask on so I couldn't see his face. But he sure seemed to be enjoying himself. He started to rub and massage my vulva. I wanted to get away, but I was stunned and couldn't move. Fortunately, he stopped a few moments later. He gave me a hard slap on the ass as he let go of me. It stung and soon a red mark formed.

Then I heard one of the kids say, rather loudly, "OOPS, I DROPPED IT...!"

I saw wrestler boy's former penis hit the ground and roll a short ways onto the floor. Out of nowhere, Panther instantly ran up, snatched the penis, and ran away.

"Hahaha, the dog ate it!!!", one of the kids yelled, as he started laughing.

Shelly started laughing hysterically as she elbowed Wrestler-Boy in the ribs.

"Panther ate your weenie!", she said, continuing to laugh, "You're gonna be a girl now!"

"Wendy has another weenie to put on me.", Wrestler-Boy said.

"No, I don't", said Wendy, holding up her hands to show him that she only had the Tool and the jar, "One of them has it."

"See!", Shelly said exuberantly, "Just like I said, a girl!!! Hope you like it smooth down there! No more weenie for you!"

Wrestler boy spread his legs. "Take a good look at this.", he said as he pointed to his balls, "This doesn't look anything like THEM!!" Then he pointed to Wendy and I.

To which Shelly answered, "I see no weenie. No weenie, not a boy!"

Just then Shelly's mom came walking in. She looked around and quickly took charge of the situation.

"All of you stop it, RIGHT NOW!", she said loudly and firmly, "You three get your clothes back on. The rest of you, give Wendy all of her stuff back! THEN GET BACK INTO THE LIVING ROOM!!" She put a lot of emphasis on the last part of her sentence I had no idea Shelly's mom could be so stern.

Surprisingly, the kids did as they were told. Everyone left the room and the few items that had been taken from Wendy's Magic Toolset were placed on the bed.

All of them, that is, except the penis...

"Do you have everything?", Shelly's mom asked.

"We're missing a weenie.", Wendy said nonchalantly, as if talking about a missing penis were just as normal as talking about what you had for dinner that night.

"Just get dressed. I'll go in the other room and see if I can find it", Shelly's Mom said as she walked out of the room.

Shelly, Wendy, Wrestler-Boy, and I were left alone in the room. Wrestler-Boy sat on the bed, just staring at his groin. The rest of us started to gather up the trampled remains of our costumes.

We heard someone in the other room yell out, "Hahaha, look, the dog ate that one too!"

Wendy suddenly looked really worried.

Shelly said, "It's OK. We don't need that weenie anymore."

Wendy and I looked both at her. She just pointed at Wrestler-Boy with a smirk. The three of us turned to look at him.

Wrestler-Boy exclaimed, "Ahh my balls... Whats happening to me?!?!"

We watched as his balls were sucked up inside, and his scrotum became flat.

Shelly said, "Oh, that? Its nothing to worry about... You're just turning into a girl, thats all."

"Wha--", Wrestler-Boy exclaimed as he grabbed at his groin, "A girl...?"

His scrotum continued to flatten, and soon the indentation was forming down the center of it.

"Ahhh, Wendy, make it stop!!!", Wrestler-Boy said as he frantically tugged and pulled at the skin of his groin. But all his tugging and pulling did nothing to slow the transformation.

"Too late, can't stop it.", Wendy said, "Bye-bye, no weenie boy. Hello girl."

We all watched as the indentation in wrestler-boy's scrotum grew into a full-on gash, swallowing up all that remained of his scrotum and the wet red blotch where his penis once was. Wrestler-Boy just sat there in disbelief, looking down at his transforming groin. Then he put his hands on his lower abdomen, down by his waist, and closed his eyes.

"I can feel my... No!!! No!!! AHHH NO!!!!", he exclaimed.

His transformation continued, the gash between his legs shrank, and its sides formed themselves into pussy-lips.

"NO... No... no...", his voice trailed off as he shook his head from side to side.

It wasn't long before his groin became a perfect vulva, one any girl would be proud to have. Just like what happened when Wendy used the toolset on me. I felt a certain sense of deja-vu.

There were a few seconds of silence, then Wrestler-Boy opened his eyes again and looked down. He immediately brought his hands down and felt his newly formed girl-slit.

"Oh my God...", he said, "I'm a girl..."

"Told ya so!", said Shelly.

"Sorry", Wendy said.

"Thats the most amazing thing I ever saw!", said someone from behind us.

We all turned around to see one of the other kids, a boy dressed in a simple super-hero costume. None of us had even heard him come in. He was starting to undo his pants.

"Can you turn me into a girl too?", Hero-boy asked, "That would be kind of cool!"

Wendy started to respond, but Shelly immediately cut her off.

"Sure", Shelly interrupted, "just come over here and lay on the bed."

Hero-boy began walking over to the bed.

Wendy tried to speak once more, but Shelly cut her off again, "Its really fun!!"

"ITS PERMANENT", Wendy said loudly, over Shelly, "If you become a girl, you can't become a boy again."

"WHAT?", said Wrestler-boy, "You mean you can't change me back?"

"I'm really sorry", said Wendy.

"She can't...", said Shelly with a smirk, "But I can. I can turn you back into a boy again. But not until after the party."

Wendy looked surprised and was about to say something, when all of the sudden Shelly's mom came running in.

"Don't do anything else!", she said, "Epsilon, Wendy, EPSILON!!!"

"But I'm still naked", said Wendy.

"Just do it, hurry!", Shelly's mom said quickly in a hushed whisper.

We heard heavy footsteps walking across the Living Room, towards the hall which lead to the room where we all were. I also noticed it was suddenly really quiet in the Living Room. Too quiet. Wendy quickly grabbed her mask, put it on, and started rubbing the glowing symbols furiously. We heard the heavy footsteps coming down the hall towards us.

Shelly's mom turned around and quickly left the room. We heard her say, "The kids are changing into their costumes. Do you really need to look in there right now?"

A man's voice said, "Mam, please don't interfere. I don't want to have to arrest you!"

I turned to see a policeman walk in. He looked around at each one of us. I turned back to look at Wendy... She was the dark-skinned pirate boy again. A very naked, and I might add, very male, dark-skinned pirate boy. Wrestler-boy and Hero-boy just stood there looking at her, totally astonished.

The policeman stepped out after a few seconds.

"Thank you mam", we heard him say, "sorry for the intrusion, but any time someone reports gunshots fired, is a matter of the very highest priority."

We again heard heavy footsteps us as the policeman walked down the hall away from us.

I was about to ask Wendy what was going on, but she quickly brought her hand up to her mouth making the "Be Quiet" sign. Even through the Pirate-Boy disguise, I could tell she was really nervous and worried. The seconds went on and on. The few times any of us tried to talk or move, Wendy would hush us the way the she did with me.

Finally Hero-boy, the one who had walked in on us, had enough. He stood up and headed towards the door, with Wendy silently protesting the whole time.

"I'm done playing this stupid game", Hero-boy said as he walked out... And bumped right into the gorilla, who was walking into the room.

The person in the gorilla suit took off their mask. It was a man I had never seen before. He was wearing thick-rimmed glasses with glowing green symbols on them. Symbols just like the ones on Wendy's eyepatch-formerly-mask.

The man in the gorilla suit spoke, "Wendy we have to leave immediately, AAERU is on to us!". It was a female voice, shaky and panicked I recognized the voice immediately. It was Wendy's mom.

Wendy quickly grabbed her witch's hat off the bed and put it on. As soon as she put it on her her head, it instantly became a pirate's hat to match her magical disguise.

"NOW!!!", said Wendy's mom.

"But I'm naked", protested Wendy.

"There's clothes in the car", said Wendy's mom. She grabbed Wendy's hand and pulled her towards the door.

Wendy frowned, looking very upset. She resisted her mom's pulling and started to reach up to take off her mask. Her mom became upset and pulled her even harder.

"Epsilon! Remember what that means? Now come on! And don't take that mask off!", Wendy's mom said as she walked out of the room, pulling Wendy behind her.

They didn't turn to walk back into the Living Room. Wendy's mom-the-gorilla-man went the other way, towards, I presume, the back door of the house. Wendy was no longer protesting. Instead she was starting to cry a little. I took a few steps closer to listen as Wendy left the room and they walked down the hall.

"What about my costume and the extra toolset", Wendy said.

"Shelly's mom will get it!", snapped Wendy's mom.

"It was a cop not an AAERU guy!", Wendy said.

"The cops are working with AAERU!", Wendy's mom said.

Then they went out the back door. I suddenly realized I was almost to the doorway of the large bedroom, and was still naked. I quickly went back and put my costume on.

Wrestler-boy was already in his costume. He kept on touching and rubbing his groin, shaking his head, and saying "A girl...".

Hero-boy asked, "How did Wendy do all that magic stuff?"

Shelly replied, "Well... That wasn't a costume. She's a real witch! And did you see how she turned herself into a boy? I told you she was kidding about it being permanent!"

"But her skin turned dark", said Hero-boy, "I don't want my skin all dark like that!"

"Wendy did that because they told her Epsilon. That means she has to hide behind a disguise really fast so the bad men won't find her.", said Shelly.

"Was her weenie a disguise too?", asked Hero-boy.

"Yes", said Shelly without thinking. Then immediately followed with, "I mean NO! I mean, the weenie was part of her disguise, but she could stay a boy if she wanted to."

"So how about you turn me back into a boy, then?", said Wrester-boy.

"Sure, but I need a weenie first!", said Shelly, "Do you have an extra weenie just laying around?"

"No", said Wrestler-Boy.

"Guess you'll have to wait until Panther poops yours out then.", said Shelly with a laugh.

"He's got a weenie", Wrestler-Boy said as he pointed to Hero-boy, "Can you take his off and put it on me?"

"Yep", Shelly smiled.

"Then I would turn into a girl, right?", asked Hero-boy.

"Uh-huh", said Shelly, "You sure would!"

"And I would become a boy again?", asked Wrestler-boy.

Shelly nodded a yes.

Wrestler-Boy took a step towards Hero-boy. Hero-boy took a step towards the door.

"Then you'd need to find another weenie to turn me back into a boy, right?", Hero-boy asked.

"Yep!", said Shelly with a laugh, "Two boys, one weenie! What a predicament!"

"You're weenie is MINE!", shouted Wrestler-Boy, as he lunged at Hero-boy.

"NO WAY!", Hero-boy said as he ran out of the room. Wrestler-boy was right behind him.

CHAPTER 57: Secrets Spilled

Shelly and I were left alone in the room. I was almost finished putting on my costume when Shelly started laughing. I groaned inwardly, thinking for sure that I'd made some fashion-mistake, which Shelly would eagerly, and insultingly, point out... For the rest of my life...

"What's so funny?", I asked sheepishly.

"Those two boys are fighting over a weenie!", she laughed.

"One of them isn't exactly a boy anymore.", I pointed out.

"And he can't get his weenie back anyway.", said Shelly.

"He doesn't know that. You never told him.", I replied.

"He should be happy his weenie is gone, not fighting to get it back.", Shelly said, "How stupid. Why would anyone want a silly flippy-floppy little weenie anyway? Coochies are so much better."

"Not to a boy.", I argued.

"Boys are stupid.", said Shelly.

"So you think I am stupid?", I asked.

"No.", said Shelly, "You're not a boy anymore, silly!"

Coming from Shelly, who took any opportunity to belittle me, this was a surprise.

"Not even a coochie boy?", I asked.

"Nope. You got a dress, and puffy shoulders, and gloves, and tights, and a coochie, and no weenie. You are totally a girl, and a very beautiful girl. No one would ever guess you used to be a boy.", Shelly said.

I appreciated and enjoyed her compliment, way more that I should have. It felt very good for her to call me beautiful. But at the same time, I still had a bit of worry in the back of mind about how things would be after tonight. But, I shook those thoughts off. I had something more pressing I needed to discuss before Shelly decided to leave the room.

"Is Wendy really a witch?", I asked.

Shelly replied, "No, silly, Wendy is Wendy. She's not a witch. But we have to tell really good lies if we want to turn that boy into a girl."

"I don't want to turn him into a girl. You shouldn't do that unless he really wants it.", I said.

"He does! He said it would be cool!", Shelly replied indignantly.

"But you have to tell him its permanent", I said.

"No, I don't.", Shelly said, "But YOU have to get out of MY room. Bye-Bye!".

She pushed me towards the door. I didn't fight it, I just walked out of the room. It was her house, and I didn't want to raise a fuss. I went down the hall and back into the Living Room, and started looking around for Hero-boy. I had to tell him if he became a girl it was permanent. But I couldn't find him anywhere. I couldn't find Wrestler-boy either.

After a minute or two, I noticed Shelly standing in the hall in front of the bathroom door. She knocked, and after a few seconds, Hero-boy came out. Shelly said something to him, he smiled and nodded, and both of them walked back down the hall towards the bedroom.

I walked over there, intending to warn him. But before I got to far, Dean walked up to me.

"You going to the bathroom now?", he asked, "Can you show me your rubber coochie?"

My heart sank. I was hoping Dean had forgotten about that. But now I was faced with it again. I was trying to think, my mind torn between two possibilities... One was that I should just tell him and be done with it, he was going to find out eventually anyway. The other was that I should hide the facts at all costs, because I really, really, didn't want to lose Dean as a friend and I knew how much he totally ignored girls and didn't even try to socialize with them. Would he do the same with me once he found out I was "one of them"?

Andy was sitting not too far away, and made the decision for me... He turned towards us and said, "It isn't rubber. It is for reals."

'Thanks a lot, Andy', I thought to myself. I looked over at Dean, who didn't seem to be buying it.

"No way, thats impossible", said Dean.

"Yes way. I have a real coochie too.", said Andy.

"Oh and I suppose that boy, that boy, and that one have a coochie too, huh? You liar!", said Dean.

"I ain't lying", said Andy.

"Are too.", said Dean.

"Are not.", said Andy.

"Are too!", said Dean.

"Are not!", said Andy.

"Oh yeah? Prove it, little man!", Dean said with a bit of a sneer.

Andy got up and stood there, angry, for a moment Then he stepped right up to Dean and looked him in the face.

"Come with me, and you'll see.", said Andy indignantly, as he turned and walked off towards the bathroom.

Dean shrugged and followed him. I noticed Shelly's mom was watching the three of us with a smile. Which was no surprise since Shelly's mom and Wendy's mom were really good friends. I wondered if Shelly's mom had been "in" on the whole thing since the beginning.

"Hey Dean, lets go outside, man!", I said, chasing after him in an attempt to stop Andy's little show from happening.

But Dean wouldn't hear of it.

"No way, I'm going to prove this little squirt wrong!", Dean said as he continued following Andy into the bathroom.

I had failed to stop them. I pondered what would happen next. Once Dean saw Andy naked and discovered "he" was really a girl, would he demand to see me naked next? Would Dean make fun of me? Would he stop being my friend once he discovered I was a girl?

They were at the bathroom door, and were starting to open it. I had no intention of going in there with them, so I turned and started to walk away. But then at the last second I changed my mind. It had to happen at some point, I might as well get this over with. I walked into the bathroom with them.

Dean took a step back from the door and faced Andy.

"Well..?", said Dean, "You had something to prove?"

Andy dropped his pants, spread his legs, and pushed his hips forward, showing off the vulva between his legs.

"See, I told you I wasn't lying.", he said.

Dean was silent and awestruck for a few moments Then he reached out to touch it.

Andy quickly pulled back, "I didn't say you could touch it!"

"Well how can I tell if its real or fake, then?" said Dean.

Andy relaxed and let Dean touch and pull. After a few seconds, Dean put his hands back down and shook his head.

"I saw you peeing in the bathroom at school before, and you had a weenie. So I know you really used to be a boy...", said Dean.

"Yep, I used to", said Andy as he pulled his pants back up, "but not anymore."

"Why on earth did you want to become a girl?", Dean asked.

"I didn't want to.", said Andy.

"Did your mom and dad make you do it? I would be so mad...", said Dean.

"No I got tricked into it.", said Andy.

"How?". asked Dean.

Andy went on to explain the whole thing, how him and Wendy were in the clearing and she used her Toolset to remove his penis. He embellished it a little, making Wendy seem more cunning and cruel, and himself more a victim. At the end of his tale, he mentioned that Toolsets had been used on a couple other boys at school, including me and Aaron.

"I never knew that kid on the fence used to be a boy.", said Dean in reference to Aaron, "Now it makes sense why they wrote 'No Weenie' and 'Girl' all over her."

Then Dean turned to me and said, "So yours isn't rubber either, then?"

There was no point in denying it. "Yep. I've got a real coochie down there too. I'm a girl now, just like Andy.", I said.

"Can I see?", asked Dean.

"Really?", I asked slightly annoyed, "You just saw Andy's."

"Yeah, come on man!", Dean pleaded, "I'll take my clothes off too if you want."

"Well I have to pee anyway.", I said.

I pulled my pants down, and got up on the toilet.

"You have to sit to pee?", Dean asked.

"Well how else would I do it?", I laughed, "I don't have a weenie anymore!".

I waved my hand just millimeters over my coochie to illustrate the point.

"So you have to sit every time? Every single time you go?", Dean asked.

"Yep, every single time.", I replied.

"Just like a girl.", said Andy.

"Man, that's so weird", said Dean, "So where does the pee come out?"

"Here take a look", I said, moving my hands away.

"I've never seen a girl pee before.", Dean said, as he moved in for a closer look.

I started peeing. Dean watched closely. With him watching, just inches away from my coochie, it felt funny, but also really good. Dean actually reached up and touched me. I couldn't believe he would do that. He kind of pressed on the side of my slit, and the piss stream went to the side some.

"Hey maybe you can aim it that way", Dean exclaimed.

Soon I was done.

"Man, I still just can't believe both of you really are girls... That is totally wild!", Dean said with a bit of a laugh.

Just then there was a knock at the door. We heard Shelly's mom ask us if we were OK in there. We answered a 'yes' and left the bathroom shortly after that.

Back in the main room, I spotted Hero-boy. I walked up to him and asked him if he was a girl now. He pulled me aside, and pulled open the front of the elastic waistband of both his pants and underwear, allowing me to look down and see his groin... His bare, smooth, flat groin. His penis and scrotum were completely gone. He had a vulva down there now.

He looked at me with a smile and said, "Yep", as released his waistband.

"You like it?", I asked.

"It is kinda neat. But it feels really different.", Hero-boy said.

"Well you better get used to it", I said, "because you will be a girl for the rest of your life."

"No, Shelly said she'd make me a boy again at the end of the party.", Hero-boy said.

"Well she lied.", I said, "Hope you like dresses, skirts, and panties!"

Another boy came up to see what we were doing. I assumed it was one of Hero-boy's friends.

"Check this out, Tommy!!!", hero-boy exclaimed as he pulled open his waistband again.

Tommy didn't look too closely at first. Then all of the sudden he did a double-take.

"Woah!", he said, "Your weenie's gone!!"

"Yep", said Hero-boy proudly, "I'm a girl for the night."

"How?", asked Tommy.

"The girl that lives here has a magic tool that takes your weenie off and turns you into a girl.", Hero-boy replied.

"No way", said Tommy.

"Yes way.", Hero-boy said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his now-detached penis, "Check it out!"

Tommy took the penis and started looking at it.

Just then Dean called me over to play some of the games they had set up. The party was probably half-over by now and I hadn't played any of the games yet, so I went over there with Dean. I had lots of fun playing the games, and it completely took my mind off of the earlier events of the night.

But some time later, I noticed that Tommy kid and Hero-boy were talking again. My curiosity got the best of me, and I walked up to listen.

"Did you let her do it?", Hero-boy asked.

"No. I didn't let her do it. She tried a few times, but I didn't let her.", Tommy said, "I got to see her naked, though!"

"I didn't", said Hero-boy.

"You just let her see you naked, without making her take off her clothes first?", said Tommy in disbelief.

"Yep", said Hero-boy.

"Man you got ripped off!", jeered Tommy with a laugh.

"Well I knew that once I was a girl, I could look at myself and see a naked girl anytime I want", Hero-boy said defensively.

"You're crazy", said Tommy.

"You should try it. Its only for tonight.", said Hero-boy,

"So what", said Tommy.

"It is kind of cool. You might like it.", Hero-boy pleaded.

"I don't want to be a girl, ever.", said Tommy, "Besides that, what kind of a name is Tommy for a girl? Your name fits, mine doesn't."

"I don't know any girls named Jean.", said Hero-boy.

"I know one girl named Jean, and one boy -- you -- named Jean...", said Tommy, "...Actually make that two girls named Jean, since you aren't a boy anymore."

"Just for tonight", said Jean.

I got bored of listening to them, and went back to play games. A minute later, both Tommy and Jean walked over and joined in the games. Shortly after this, another boy walked up to join us. He came from the hallway where Shelly's bedroom (and the toolset) were. I wondered if he was a girl now too. I didn't know him, though, and didn't talk to him.

Right after that boy joined the games, Shelly's mom walked down the hall. A few minutes later, Shelly came out with her mom. Shelly looked a little upset, and her Mom looked a little worried. I assumed her Mom must have told her to stop using Toolset and come out and play with us.

The rest of the party passed without incident. We all played games, including Shelly. Soon it was over and people were starting leave.

CHAPTER 58: Finders Keepers.

One by one the kids went home, until just Shelly and I were left. Shelly's mom kept sipping her wine and was more than a little tipsy by now. I'm not sure where Shelly's dad went, I didn't see him anywhere. I was just about to call my parents, when the phone rang. Shelly answered, since her mom was in no shape to talk.

I listened to the short phone conversation Shelly was having.

"Hello", said Shelly. Followed by a short pause.

"Oh, Hi, Jean. No I haven't seen it anywhere. I thought you had it.", said Shelly. There wan another pause, this one was longer.

"Yep. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find it.", said Shelly.

There was a very short pause, followed by the "Goodbyes"

As soon as the phone hung up, Shelly giggled.

"What?", I asked.

"That was Jean, the boy in the Hero costume. He left his weenie here, and wanted to know if I still had it. I told him no.", said Shelly, who started to giggle again.

"Do you have it?", I asked.

"Yep!", said Shelly, "he left his weenie on the counter in the bathroom, and I took it, and hid it in my room."

"You have to call him back and tell him!", I said.

"Why?", asked Shelly, "We couldn't put it back on him even if we wanted to... He's a girl now."

She had a point.

"Besides that, what would a girl do with a weenie?", asked Shelly.

"Well then why do you have it?", I asked.

"Finders Keepers!", said Shelly.

Shelly's mom had been watching us both talk with amusement. "Do you still have Ms. Sutekh's toolset?", she asked with a bit of a slur.

"Yep!", said Shelly.

"Well you got to get me a big one from a teenager sometime", Shelly's mom said, still slurring

"Sure, mom", Shelly laughed.

"A big big big nice one.", Shelly's mom said, with a raised voice, almost angry, "Like your dad's."

"OK, mom", Shelly said as she started to walk away.

She grabbed my hand and whispered, "Lets go back to my room. My mom acts really weird when she's drunk. She might get all mad or something."

Just then the Doorbell rang. Shelly walked to the door and opened it. It was my parents. I walked over to them.

"Bye-Bye, Have a good night.", Shelly's mom slurred, with a smile and a laugh.

"You should be ashamed of yourself!", my mom said angrily.

"Its OK no one got hurt.", Shelly's mom said slowly and with a slur.

"Come on, lets go", my mom said to me.

"How long has Shelly's mom been like that?", my dad asked.

"She was fine earlier.", I asked, "she just got funny a few minutes ago."

"Was she the only adult there?", my dad asked.

"No. There was Shelly's dad and a few others who I didn't know.", I said. I almost mentioned Wendy's mom... But somehow I felt like that wouldn't be the right thing to do.

We got in the car and went home. There was a conversation about maybe not letting me stay at Shellie's house anymore because her mom was irresponsible. Then it shifted to asking me about the party. I told my parents all about it. Well, most of it... I left out the toolset, and Wendy, and the weenie-throwing kids, and the two boys being turned into girls, and Wendy's mom... I did blurt out how Dean found out that I was a girl, though. That ended up being an interesting conversation. It ended with a scolding about being in the bathroom with a boy.

My mom asked me if I wanted to wear girls clothes all the time now. I told her probably not. I actually almost did... But wearing them for Halloween, and that whole situation with Dean, was just a little too much.

That night, I had a funny dream. I was on a football field with all the kids at the party, but instead of throwing a football, we were throwing around a really big penis.

The next day, I got up and got dressed in boy's clothes, except for my panties. My parents had to do some shopping. We went to the local mini-mall, my mom said there was a big sale there this weekend. I was OK with it. There was a playground there, and that was where I hung out while my parents were doing their shopping. Jean was there. He immediately walked over to me.

"You're dressed like a boy!!!", was the first thing he said.

"So are you...", I said.

"But I used to be a boy.", Jean said, "You're a girl."

That hit me like a ton of bricks. I suddenly realized Jean had no idea that I used to be a boy. He had met me for the first time last night at the party. He saw me both naked and in the Cinderella Dress, and I was obviously a girl in both of those situations... Jean had only ever known me as a girl. It was another surreal moment for me. I suddenly felt kind of cold all over, almost like someone might have poured water all over me.

"I used to be a boy too", I said quickly, without even thinking. Right after I said that, I had some second thoughts. I kind of wished I wouldn't have told him... Oh well, the cat was out of the bag now.

"No way!", said Jean, "I would have never guessed..."

"Yep", I said, "Just like you."

"How long have you been a girl?", Jean asked.

"Since the end of Summer, right after school started.", I said.

"After all that time, you still dress like a boy?", Jean asked.

"Most of the time", I said, "Why? Are you planning to start dressing like a girl soon?"

"Not really", Jean said.

"So, which school do you go to?", I asked.

"I don't yet. I just moved in with Tommy two days ago.", Jean said, "I'm a Foster child."

"What's a Foster child?", I asked.

"It means your mom and dad are either gone, or can't take care of you. So you move in with other kids and their mom and dad take care of you.", said Jean, "I visited Tommy a few times, then moved in."

"Are you still a girl?", I asked. Stupid question, perhaps, because I already knew the answer. But I wanted to hear Jean's take on it.

"Yeah. I forgot my weenie at Shelly's house. I was a girl all night long, and I'm still a girl now.", Jean said.

"So, how do you like it?", I asked.

"Its kind of cool, but kind of strange, not having a weenie. It felt really weird when I lay down on my stomach in bed, and I peed all over the place this morning because I tried to do it standing up. Tommy was with me and thought it was really funny.", Jean said.

"Did Tommy's mom clean it up?", I asked.

"No we both did. I didn't want Tommy's mom or dad to find out I was a girl.", Jean said.

"What if Tommy tells his parents?", I said.

"I told him not to", said Jean.

Just then Shelly walked up.

"Where did you come from?", I asked.

"My mom is shopping right over there. I saw you two and decided to stop by and say 'hi'.", Shellie said.

"Hey did you find my weenie yet?", Jean asked Shellie.

"Nope. I looked all over the place this morning and couldn't find it. Are you sure you don't have it?", asked Shellie.

"I know I don't have it", said Jean.

"Well then somebody else must have taken it." said Shelly.

"Who?", asked Jean.

"I don't know", said Shelly.

"So I'm stuck being a girl then?", asked Jean.

"DUH!", said Shelly.

Jean stood there thinking about it for a few moments, then shrugged, and walked off towards the swing set

"You'll never see your weenie again!", Shelly shouted.

Jean turned around, and said, "DUH..!", then kept walking.

Shelly frowned, and almost said something else. But then I heard her name being called off in the distance.

"Well, got to go, see you two GIRLS later!", she said as she ran off the same way she came.

I walked over to the swing set with Jean, and asked him, "Does Tommy like you being a girl?"

"He keeps wanting me to take my clothes off so he can look at it and play with it.", Jean said.

"Do you let him?", I asked.

"Yeah it feels pretty good when he plays with my... Uh what do you call a girl's thing anyway?"

"A coochie", I said.

"It feels good when he plays with my coochie. Did you ever let anyone play with your coochie?", Jean asked.

Just then Tommy walked up to us. He looked right at me, kind of surprised.

"Hey! You're that girl from the party!", he said, "Why are you dressed like a boy today? Halloween was yesterday!"

Tommy didn't really give me a chance to respond. He laughed just a bit, then turned his face away from me and towards Jean.

"Hey Jean we were about to leave and go someplace to eat, come on!", said Tommy.

He turned and walked way. Jean followed, leaving me alone.

Fortunately my loneliness was short-lived. A few minutes later my parents came and got me, and we went back home. I noticed most of the bags my parents were carrying had clothing in them. Girls clothing. My size.

(Continued in Part 12).