As we walked along the row of bushes towards the other clearing where we heard the voices, Chris stopped and turned to me. I stopped to see what he wanted.

"Do you miss it?", Chris asked.

"Miss what?", I asked.

"Your penis. Do you miss it now that its gone?", Chris replied.

I felt kind of sheepish for a split-second... I should have known that this what was Chris was talking about. But my mind had been elsewhere. I was intently focusing on the voices in the distance, trying to hear what they were saying and seeing if I might be able to figure out who they were. I was also hoping that THEY didn't hear what Chris and I had been, and were now, saying.

I answered, "Uh, kind of... Sometimes I wish I still had my penis... But I also like having a coochie. Its neat and smooth, and I really love the way it looks. Its fun to explore it and play with it. I like my coochie so much that most of the time I don't miss my boy-parts at all."

We were both quiet for few seconds, then I asked Chris, "Do you miss your penis?"

"Nope, not at all, not even a little. I've wanted to be a girl ever since I was a little kid. Letting Wendy's Mom take my penis off and turn me into a girl was the best thing I have ever done. It was the happiest day of my life. I'm very glad it is gone and that I am a real girl now!", Chris said with some enthusiasm

After a short pause, Chris spoke again, "You wanna know something else? I kind of wish I could become a boy again, just so Wendy's Mom could cut my penis off and change me to a girl again. Having my penis removed was kind of fun!"

After another short pause Chris added, "I also like the way my vulva looks much better than the boy-parts I used to have."

After a few seconds of silence, it seemed to me like Chris was finished talking. So I asked him, "Have you looked at yourself naked in front of a big mirror yet?"

"No", Chris said.

"Well, do it sometime. You're gonna love the way you look, especially between your legs!", I answered. This time I was the one with some enthusiasm in my voice.

We were both silent for a few seconds again.

I began to think... I wasn't sure about wanting to actually BE a girl like Chris was, but I was absolutely sure I liked the way my body looked now that I had a coochie between my legs. I was wondering if it was possible to keep my coochie and still be a boy? Because that is what I really wanted...

Of course none of that really mattered, because both Wendy, and according to Chris, Wendy's mom, had said that once you were turned into a girl like this, there was no way to turn you back into a boy again.

But even so, I was determined to keep dressing like a boy, playing like a boy, talking like a boy, and acting like a boy. I might really be a girl under the clothes, but in every other way I would still be a boy. Just a boy with a coochie, thats all. "Coochie Boy", Wendy and her friends had called me. That was an appropriate name. Even though she meant it to poke fun at me, I now embraced the name. I liked it. It described exactly what I was, a boy with a coochie...

Chris broke me out of my thoughts by asking, "Did YOU ever want to be a girl?"

I answered, "Not really. I haven't ever wanted to be a girl."

Chris asked, "Then why are you a girl now? How did it happen?"

I paused for a moment, then continued talking, "Well, the first time I saw a girl naked, I thought it was the neatest thing in the world. I loved the way she looked down there, she was so smooth and nice. Ever since then, I often wished I had between my legs, what she had between hers... When Wendy used her special magic tool on me, at first she was just going to trade me my penis for any one of the penises that she had in her toolbox. But then after she took my penis off with the tool, she said it would turn me into a girl if I stayed without a penis for too long. I looked down at myself, with no penis there anymore. It was kind of neat, and I looked a lot smoother than I did when I had a penis sticking out down there. I rather liked it. I again thought about how neat it would be if I had a coochie... If I was totally smooth down there, and had only a little slit, just like the naked girls I had seen before... With my penis gone, I was already halfway there. I kept thinking about how girls looked down there, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. I finally decided I wanted to have a coochie just like they did. I asked Wendy not to put another penis on me, to let me turn into a girl... Wendy said that if I turned into a girl I couldn't get turned back into a boy ever again and would grow up to be a woman not a man. After she said that, I changed my mind and asked her to put a penis back on me... But it was too late. Right after I asked her this, my remaining boy-parts all got sucked in and turned into a coochie right before my eyes... I am happy I'm a girl now because I have that smooth slit just like I always wanted. But I don't want to grow up to be a woman. I just want to stay a boy but keep my coochie..."

Chris said, "Not me man, I'm a girl all the way through. I always wished I would have been born a girl, and have often wanted to dress up in girl clothes... Now I really am a girl, and for the first time in my life, everything feels right. I just wish I could somehow get people to start calling me 'she' and 'her' instead of 'he' and 'him'. I also wish I could wear girl clothes, that would be kind of cool."

"So why didn't you wear girl's clothes to school today? And why were you embarrassed when Judy and Shelly made fun of you?", I asked.

He paused then said, with a bit of a sigh, "Didn't you hear what I said in my long story a few minutes ago? Wendy's Mom said I shouldn't wear girl clothes here because I would get made fun of a lot if I dressed up as a girl at school. I was embarrassed after Judy and Shelly made fun of me because I was afraid of what other kids would think if they found out I am really a girl now. I was afraid they might all make fun of me and not want to be my friend anymore. Aren't you afraid what might happen if other kids find out that you really are a girl?"

"Yes", I said, "very afraid."

"Well there you go, thats why I was embarrassed..", said Chris, "But you know what else? I'm happy with what I am now. This might sound strange, but I wish I could stand up in front of the whole school, pull down my pants, spread my legs, and show them all that I was a girl now, that had a vulva down there! I really do. I wish I could let them all know. But I am still a little afraid of being made fun of or even getting beat up.", Chris started to laugh a bit, "Plus I would probably get into a lot of trouble if I stood naked in front of the whole school!!!"

We were both quiet for a few more seconds, then continued on to investigate the voices we had heard before. Whoever it was had stopped talking. But they had not left the clearing yet, we would have seen them if they did.

CHAPTER 12: Up to her old tricks again...

Chris and I quietly walked along the bushes until we came up to a small break in them, which lead to a short path that curved into another well-hidden grassy clearing where the voices had been coming from earlier. There was another break, just before the curve in the path, which went in a short ways into the bushes and stopped. It looked almost like someone might have originally decided to make the clearing here, then changed their mind before going too far. We quietly ducked down and were able to maneuver ourselves a ways into the bushes, unnoticed. At one point we made a little too much noise, and I heard one kid, a boy, say "what was that?" and the other kid, a girl, answered "just birds". The girl's voice sounded sort of like Wendy. Both Chris and I were perfectly still for several moments Pretty soon the two kids started talking again and I moved myself just a little, and was able to get to a point where I was able to see the two kids through the bushes.

One of them was Wendy. The other was Andy, a boy in our class. I really didn't know Andy as a friend, I just knew his name because he was in our class. They were in the grassy clearing. The bushes around this clearing were very thick and so tall that even adults could hide in there with no problems. The bushes surrounded the clearing on three sides, the fourth side was the short curved path leading into the clearing. Wendy and Andy were easily concealed from the rest of the playground, much better than the other clearing where Chris and I were earlier. Andy was laying down on his back, naked from the waist down, his pants pulled down all the way to his ankles. Wendy was sitting next to him.

Chris and I were about 15 feet away from them, behind some bushes which formed the walls of the clearing. From where we were, we had an almost clear view of them, our view was only slightly obstructed by branches. We could easily hear everything they said. I was pretty sure that we were concealed, but even if we weren't, we probably wouldn't be noticed because Wendy's back was almost completely to us, and Andy was totally pre-occupied with her and what she was doing. We were looking at them from about a 60 degree angle, not straight on.

Andy's penis was standing up, fully erect. But his penis was definitely on the small side, very small actually, about half the size of mine or any of my friends. We caught the end of a conversation between Andy and Wendy. Andy said he always wanted a bigger weenie. Wendy opens up her toolkit and holds it up in front of Andy's face, allowing him to get a good close look at all the penises she had in there. Every one of them was larger than the poor small specimen Andy had between his legs. Andy took a brief look at them all, then pointed out the biggest one Wendy had in her kit. It was a large uncircumcised one, easily a half inch longer, and definitely thicker and wider than any other penis I had ever seen on a boy my age.

"I want that one" said Andy, pointing to it, "that big one right there!"

"OK", said Wendy, "It's yours. But I have to take your weenie off first before I can put the new one on."

Wendy got out the tool and started to put it onto Andy's penis. Andy's eyes got a little bigger, and he started to sit up just a little and bring his hands up towards Wendy. He looked a little scared or concerned. Wendy paused.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt. I've done it lots of times before.", Wendy assured him. She continued, "Besides that, even if it does start to hurt you can just let me know and I will stop. Or, I can just put all my tools away right now and leave, if you feel like chickening out... Do you really want a bigger one, or not?"

Andy answered, "Yes, I want a bigger one. I just..."

Wendy interrupted him, "Then you have to lay back, keep your hands down, and let me take your weenie off. Now are you going to let me do that, or not?"

Andy laid back down and put his hands back to his sides, but kept watching Wendy's hands and the tool very closely. Wendy was looking at him waiting for him to say something.

"Ok, ok. You can take my weenie off.", Andy said somewhat reluctantly.

Wendy finished getting the tool around Andy's penis, and slowly began to squeeze the handles closed. Andy's penis started to stretch in the tool as the ring grabbed it and pulled it upwards. I could barely see, through the bushes, a fine red line appearing at the base of Andy's penis as the tool's blades began to cut into it. Andy made a sight face, but he didn't cry or shout out. He wasn't in pain.

Wendy kept squeezing the handles more and more closed... Then, all at once, Andy's penis came right off of his body, with a little bit of a jump. Wendy brought the tool, with Andy's penis still in it, up and away from Andy's groin. It was done. Andy no longer had a penis attached to his body.

Andy looked down in amazement at the flat wet red blotch where his penis used to be. From my angle I could see his groin clearly. It looked strange and also interesting to see just his puffy scrotum there, with no penis. I could tell by the expression on his face that Andy found this very interesting too. He brought his hands up and started to feel between his legs where his penis had been only seconds before. He kept feeling his scrotum and all around where his penis used to be over and over again, looking intently at himself the whole time.

In the meantime, Wendy had taken Andy's penis out of the tool, and painted the clear preserver solution on it. Just like she did with mine. Then she turned to the side so Andy couldn't see what she was doing, put Andy's former penis into an empty slot in her toolset, and picked up the penis NEXT TO the one he wanted. She painted the clear magic healing glue solution on this penis, and quickly pressed it onto Andy. Andy almost immediately noticed that Wendy gave him the wrong one, and complained about it.

Wendy feigned ignorance. "Oops, sorry Andy I made a mistake. I guess I'll have to take your weenie off again so I can put the right one on you", she said.

"OK", said Andy, still a little upset.

Wendy used the tool to take Andy's new penis off. Andy was again laying there with a scrotum and balls, but no dick. I couldn't believe Wendy had used the same old trick she used with me, purposefully screwing it up the first time so she gets to take your penis off again. I was seriously beginning to wonder if Wendy enjoyed taking penises off of boys, and if that was why she kept screwing up...

She put the penis back into the slot in her toolset, then reached down and picked something up. From where we were, we couldn't really see what it was, it was just out of view... But as soon as she brought her hands back up I instantly knew exactly what it was. In her one hand she held a small jar of cloudy pink solution in it. It was open. In her other hand a jar-lid with attached paintbrush, coated with the pink solution. Both Chris and I knew right away what she was about to do, and I decided I had to put a stop to it. As quickly as I could safely do it, I darted out of my hiding place and ran over to where Wendy and Andy were. At the same time, Wendy had brought the wet brush up to Andy's now penis-less groin...

I yelled, "Stop! Don't let her do it!!"

But it was too late. Just as I spoke those words, Wendy painted Andy's wet red blotch, where his penis used to be, with the pink the solution. I arrived where they both were only a second later, but the deed had already been done and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Andy's fate was sealed -- he was a girl now. Actually he wasn't yet, but in another minute or two he would turn into one...

Andy suddenly let out a howl, and immediately moved his hands in, partially covering his groin. To my surprise and amazement, the transformation had already started. Only seconds after Wendy painted him!

Andy's hands were blocking most of the view, but from what I could see, the transformation was happening a whole lot faster than it did with me. Things were moving a lot beneath his hands. Andy's face was grimaced as if he was in pain, and from the sounds he was making I guessed it didn't feel very good. But after just a few more seconds, it was over. Andy stopped his howling, but was still sweating and breathing hard. He slowly brought his hands away from his groin. He was definitely not a boy anymore now, at least not between his legs... His penis and balls were totally gone, all that was left in their place was totally smooth skin and a little girl-slit. But Andy didn't even realize that yet. He wasn't looking down at his groin at all. He was glaring at Wendy with a look of murder in his eyes...

As Andy regained his composure, he angrily told off Wendy, "You said it wasn't going to hurt at all! You liar!! That hurt like hell!!! Why did you put that pink stuff on? You didn't use that pink stuff last time!!"

Wendy got that mischievous smile on her face again, and answered, sort of smugly, "Well, Andy, lets just say your weenie is even smaller now than it was before. A whole lot smaller. Smaller than any other boy's. Even smaller than a baby's. Its very very very very small now..."

Andy quickly sat up and peered down to get a good look at his groin. He got a very strange look on his face. He kind of laughed a bit for a second, but then got angry at Wendy again.

"You turned my whole peepee into a little butt!! What did you do that for? I already have a butt on the back side! How am I supposed to pee out of a butt?", Andy protested with a raised voice.

It instantly became apparent to all of us that Andy had probably never seen a girl naked before, and had absolutely no idea what was he was looking at. He didn't know that he was a girl now, he just thought he had another butt in the front.

Wendy was beaming, overjoyed that Andy had no idea what was between his legs.

"You mean you don't know what that is?" she asked, pointing to Andy's groin.

"Of course I know what it is. Its a little butt... Right?" Andy answered, finally calming down a little.

"No. Its called a coochie. Sometimes adults call it a vulva or a pussy or a vagina.", Wendy stated. She was sure Andy would be able to figure it out once she used the proper names...

But Andy still didn't seem to grasp the concept, "Adults have them too?" he asked.

"Yes lots of Adults have them", Wendy replied, suppressing a giggle.

"Lots of adults have these coochie-little-butt-things in their fronts?" Andy asked skeptically, looking down in disbelief at the newly formed vulva between his legs.

Wendy started to laugh, "Yep. Half of all adults!", she laughed a little more, sure that Andy would be able to figure it out now, after another hint.

But he didn't. Andy paused for a moment, then he asked, very seriously, "Whats so funny?"

Wendy paused for several seconds to regain her composure. Once she calmed down, she said in a sober and serious tone of voice, "Andy, have you ever seen a girl naked before?"

"No", Andy answered.

"Well you have now!", Wendy said, again barely able to contain her exuberance. She pointed between Andy's legs and continued, "Coochies are what girls have!!"

Andy suddenly understood, "You mean I'm a..." he said slowly.

"Yes, Andy, you're a girl now!" Wendy said gleefully.

"No way" said Andy slowly.

"Yes way, and I'll prove it!" said Wendy. She stood up and pulled her pants down, panties and all. Andy just sat there gawking at Wendy's now naked groin for two or three seconds, then he looked at his own groin, then back at Wendy's then back at his own, then at Wendy's, then at his own again. They were both the same. He was completely speechless.

Even though I was now every bit as much of a girl as Wendy was, and had my own coochie I could look at any time I wanted, I still very much enjoyed seeing Wendy naked and really wanted to be alone together with her about now. After all, up until yesterday morning, I had been a boy. Even though my body was now physically female, my mind was still quite male. Wendy was a very cute girl, and probably the one girl I wanted more than any other girl in the class. It was great to see her naked. If I still had a penis it would be totally erect right now, that's for sure. I started to feel very warm and a little wet between my legs again, and also felt that little bit of a tingle. Just like I did the previous night when I was exploring and touching myself. I almost pulled my own pants down... I wanted very very much to touch my slit again right then. Actually I wanted Wendy to touch my slit...

Andy broke me out of my thoughts with a shout. Actually more like a loud cry.

"I'm a boy, A BOY, I don't want to be a girl!!" he whined.

"Don't worry I'll change you back to a boy on Friday", Wendy said to him re-assuringly.

"But I don't want to be a girl until Friday" Andy continued with a whimper.

"Stop your whining", said Wendy, "I'm sorry I put the wrong chemical on you and turned you into a girl, but there is nothing I can do about that right now. I don't have the right tools and chemicals with me to turn you back into a boy. I'll bring them with me on Friday. And I'll bring an even bigger weenie than the one you wanted to make it up to you. Just keep it a secret, don't tell anyone else, not even your mom and dad, that you are a girl now. Put your clothes back on and go play, pretend you are still a boy. Friday is just a few days away."

Andy stopped his whining, put his clothes on, and had started to walk away.

CHAPTER 13: Arguments and Counter-Arguments

Wendy was still naked from the waist down. She didn't seem to mind being naked in front of Chris and I... Of course, I guess since Chris and I were both girls now, she had nothing to be embarrassed about.

After Andy was completely out of earshot, Chris asked Wendy, "Can you really turn him back into a boy again?"

"Nope", said Wendy, "its permanent, Andy will be a girl for the rest of his life. Or should I say, her life".

I became angry, "What are you doing, Wendy? Chris and I wanted to be girls, so thats OK. But Jimmy and Andy didn't want to be girls. It was wrong and is not fair for you to turn them into girls, especially if you can't turn them back into boys!"

"Maybe", said Wendy, "But Andy will be much happier as a girl, once he gets used to it. He will like being a girl. Being a girl is so much better than being a boy."

"Thats not your decision! Besides that how do you know what its like to be a boy? You've always been a girl... Haven't you?" I retorted, still angry.

"Yes I was born a girl", said Wendy, "always have been a girl and always will be."

"Well then how do you know its better to be a girl?" I said.

"Because girls can do anything. As a girl I can wear girl clothes or boy clothes. But as a boy you can only wear boy's clothes. As a girl I can have short hair or long hair. But as a boy you can only have short hair. As a girl I can play boy games like socker or baseball and girl games like house or dolls or dress-up. But a boy can only play boy games or else everyone will call him a sissy and make fun of him. See, girls can do anything!!"

Wendy paused for a moment, then she added one more argument in favor of her case, "Besides that, coochies are so much more pretty than weenies. Look at this!", she said as she pushed her hips forward and brought her open hands down on either side of her vulva, as if to showcase it, "How can anyone possibly compare an ugly hot-dog looking little worm, sticking out the top of of a wrinkly puffy little pillow, to THIS!". She jutted her hips forward even further for emphasis, then after a second or so she brought her hips back in and said, "Coochies are beautiful and smooth and perfect. Weenies are ugly and dirty and look completely out of place." She brought her hands back down to her sides and stood in a tall and proud posture. We were all quiet for a few seconds.

Then Wendy started to speak again, "Not only are coochies prettier, they are also tougher! If a boy gets kicked between the legs hurts him very badly and he usually falls over and can't move for awhile. I know because I've seen boys and even men get kicked there before. I even kicked my brother right in the weenie one time when I was really mad at him and he fell right down and cried like a baby. But you can't ever do that to a girl. If a girl gets kicked in the coochie it doesn't hurt her any more than normal."

Wendy turned to look at me and continued talking, "I bet you were glad you were a girl when Terry kicked you in the coochie yesterday!"

"You saw that?", I asked, suddenly getting slightly red in the face with embarrassment

"Oh yeah!", Wendy said, "I was in the classroom, I saw it all. You should have seen the look on your face just before she kicked you. You looked really worried. Then the look on your face after she kicked you. For a second you looked really relieved. Then you got really mad at Terry. I bet you were really glad that you had a coochie down there then, right? That kick didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would, huh?"

"Yes", I said, becoming a little more embarrassed, "it didn't hurt like it would have if I was still a boy."

"So I did you a really big favor by cutting off your weenie and turning you into a girl, then!", Wendy said, "You are tougher now than any boy ever could be!"

Even though I was trying to argue with her, there was no denying that what she had just been saying was true.

"Yes you did do me a favor, Wendy...", I said.

Then I thought again about how badly the baseball and the book had hurt me in the past when those two items hit me in the balls, and just how much more badly that swift well-aimed kick from Terry would have been if I still had my balls... Much worse than the flying baseball or thrown book, I'm sure.

"Thanks", I added, genuinely grateful for the incredible pain Wendy had saved me from having to experience.

Wendy smiled a little and said, "What was that last part you just said?"

"I said thanks", I answered.

"What was that again?", she said.

I got a little upset, not sure what kind of a game she was trying to play. But even so, I decided to play along... I told Wendy, "I said thanks. Thanks for taking my weenie off and making me into a girl."

Wendy smiled, and finished her little speech by saying, "I did Andy a big favor turning him into a girl, and someday he will thank me for it. So will Jimmy. Just like you already have."

Even though I was happy about being turned into a girl, I still thought it was very wrong for Wendy to turn other boys permanently into girls against their will. I tried really hard to think up with some really convincing counter-argument, but couldn't really think of any. We were all quiet for several seconds.

Wendy started to pull her pants back up. As she was doing this, looking down at herself she said, "I bet you two don't even miss your weenies, huh?"

Chris answered, "I don't miss mine at all". He paused for a moment then added, with a smile, "Oh, and tell your mom thanks!". Chris continued beaming after he stopped speaking. He was obviously happy about being a girl.

I said, "Well, I kind of missed mine at first. But I like having a coochie so much, that I don't really miss my weenie much anymore. I'm just not sure I want to actually be a girl... Or grow up into a woman."

"Comes with the territory", said Wendy, "but you can still do anything you could do when you were a boy. Even keep on wearing boy clothes if you want. So I don't see what the problem is."

Chris asked, "Why did Andy turn into a girl so fast? I didn't turn into a girl that fast when you used the Gynoaccel on me. And why did it look like it hurt? For me it felt really good."

"Well, I didn't use Gynoaccel on Andy. I used Gynoaccel PLUS. It is almost the same, except its even faster. It starts to work in just a few seconds. Also, after it starts working, it makes you turn into a girl really fast, in just seconds. It doesn't make you feel good, and hurts a little, but it is over so quickly that it isn't too bad.", Wendy answered, as she finished getting her pants all the way back on and buttoned.

"Did your mom buy that for you too?" I asked.

"Yep. My mom got me a new toolkit. It has all my old tools in it plus the Gynoaccel and Gynoaccel Plus. It also has space for more weenies." she said happily.

Wendy started to put away her toolkit. I noticed it was a little larger than the one she had yesterday.

It had four jars in it -- two contained a clear solution (the 'preserver' and the 'magic healing glue'), and the other two contained a cloudy pink solution (the 'Gynoaccel' and 'Gynoaccel Plus'). It also had a few more slots for penises in it, and a few more penises. I noticed my penis was in there among them. Or at least one that looked an awful lot like mine used to...

I just then came up with a counter-argument. It maybe wasn't too strong but I felt I had to at least try.

"Hey Wendy, if girls are so much better than boys, then why did God even invent boys? Why wouldn't God just make everyone be born as girls?" I asked.

"I don't know, why don't you ask him?", Wendy replied sarcastically.

A few seconds later Wendy added, "My mom says God doesn't make changes in the world himself. Instead he gives us the tools and the knowledge, and it is up to us to make any good changes we are able to make. I think turning a few boys into girls is a very good change!"

My counter-argument had been shot down. I couldn't think of a way to reply to what she had said. So I changed the subject...

CHAPTER 14: The Plan

"So have you done anyone else today besides Andy and Jimmy?", I asked.

"Me, no... But if everything goes according to plan, ours will be an all-girls class when we come in after lunch today.", Wendy said proudly.

"What plan?" I asked somewhat alarmed.

"Well, last night me and Shelly and Judy and Annie and Lisa had a slumber party. Chris was there too because he was spending the night at my house. My mom taught all of us girls how to use the toolset. Then she showed us how by demonstrating on Chris. She took Chris's weenie off and painted him and he turned into a girl right before our eyes. Then Judy said it would be fun to turn some of the other boys at school into girls too. My mom said that she really liked the idea of turning more of the boys in our class into girls, and wondered if we might be able to turn ALL the boys in the class into girls. So we came up with a plan to do just that."

Wendy paused for a minute, and then continued, "My mom gave me a new toolset this morning. Then, just before lunch, my mom also brought in toolsets for Annie, Judy, and Shelly, but not Lisa. She didn't want to do it. Each of us is supposed to do two boys today. I've already done my two, Jimmy and Andy. The other girls are each going to do their two boys right now during lunch. We are all supposed to bring the toolboxes back to the office when we are done. Mom will pick them up later. If everything happens as planned, every single boy in the class will be a girl by the time the end of lunch bell rings! There won't be any more weenies anywhere in our classroom until next year!!"

"Won't anyone find out?" Chris asked.

"No, all the boys will be too embarrassed to tell anyone, besides that they all think they will get their weenie back on Friday if they just keep it a secret...", Wendy replied.

"What if your friends get caught?" I asked.

"Oh, they won't. My mom worked things out with one of the Yard Duties that she is good friends with. The Yard Duty will make sure to let Shelly into the bathroom with a boy and keep everyone else out until she is done. Same thing for Annie behind the stage in the MPR. There's no one in the MPR during lunch today. Judy is going into a secret room in the back of the Janitor's office, with a small door to the back of the building. The lock on the door is broken. Has been for weeks. The Janitor is always gone during lunch. Judy has went into that room with boys several times before and never got caught. She says there is a small bed back there, and magazines with pictures of naked people in them.", Wendy explained.

As Wendy finished talking, Chris walked down the path that lead out of the clearing we were in. I also started to walk over to where Chris was. It was getting pretty close to the end of Lunch and we had to start heading back across the grounds to the school buildings, or we would risk being late to class. Wendy picked up her toolbox and followed us.

All of the sudden Chris got a little excited, pointed and looked off in the distance, and said, "Hey look I see Shelly and Aaron are coming out of the bathroom together! And Shelly has a toolbox like Wendy's.".

Wendy added, "And you can bet that Aaron no longer has a weenie."

I walked up to where Chris was. I turned to look towards the school buildings, and sure enough, I could see Aaron and Shelly walking together away from the bathroom door, and around the corner to where the office was. We all started to walk back towards the playground.

About 30 seconds later, we saw Annie and Peter come out of the MPR. Peter didn't look too happy. Annie had a big grin on her face. She was also carrying a toolbox much like Wendy's. They both turned and walked around the corner towards the office also.

Wendy said, with a laugh, "Oooh, look! Peter seems a little disappointed Like he just lost something very important to him..."

I got angry again. "I'm going to head over to the office right now and tell them what you have done!"

Wendy calmly answered, "Go ahead. Its already too late. Aaron and Peter were the last two boys in the class. Besides that if you told the people in the office, no one will believe you... Unless you want to pull your pants down and show the people in the office that you are a girl? I thought you wanted to keep that a secret..."

She had a point there. Two points actually. I didn't want any adults to know what happened to me. Not yet. Also, if all the boys in our class were already turned into girls, there was no way to change them back and nothing left to stop. It was already done. What good would it do to tell?

We walked up and around the corner of the building where we had seen the others only moments before.

Wendy went into the office with her toolset. There were three other toolsets on the counter. Wendy asked if her mom had stopped by yet. The secretary said no, but you could wait here for her if you'd like. Wendy said no. She walked up to the counter, put her toolset on it, and grabbed one of the other ones. I wondered why she did that. She walked towards the door, carrying the other toolset.

As were leaving the office, Judy came in with her toolset. She gave Wendy a "high five" as we passed and said, "Both of them! Piece of cake!! The Janitor too!". Wendy gave Judy a very surprised look. Judy just smiled and walked past to go put her toolset onto the counter.

As Wendy, Chris, and I walked out the door we saw John, another boy in our class, a short ways away from us. He was slowly walking around the corner of the other building over towards the bathroom. I could only assume that John was heading over to the bathroom to look at and explore himself, like I had done. Either that, or he just had to use the restroom and didn't have to go too badly, and that is why he was walking so slowly...

A second later, Judy came out of the office, empty-handed and joined the three of us. Judy and Wendy turned and began to walk back towards the classrooms. I followed them, Chris followed me.

CHAPTER 15: An unexpected occurrence

"The Janitor?", Wendy asked Judy.

Judy asked, "is it safe to talk in front of THEM?" pointing at Chris and I.

Wendy answered, "Yes, its safe, they know all about it".

Judy began to tell her story... This is what she said:

"Yep. The Janitor too! John and I were back in that little room I told you about. I had just finished turning John into a girl. John put his clothes back on and went out the back door where we came in. I was still naked, and was just starting to put all the stuff away back into the toolset, when I heard a noise -- a footstep -- come from behind the wall, where the door into the main office was. My first thought was to jump up and head out the back door where I came in... But there was no way I could get my clothes back on and get out the back door in time, plus the tool and jars wasn't put away yet. I quickly hid the stuff under the sheets on the bed, and was going to try to get under the sheets myself to hide my own nakedness.

But just then the Janitor came around that wall and said to me, 'Don't bother trying to hide anything, little girl, I saw it all. I watched what you did to that boy. I've been standing right back here around the corner ever since the two of you came in.'

I got really scared and almost started to cry. 'Please don't tell anyone' I said.

Then the Janitor said, 'Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I have just one question for you, little girl. Does that contraption of yours work on men as well as boys?'

I didn't know if it did or not. Your mom didn't say anything about men. But I was still kind of scared and confused over what had just happened, so without thinking, I just said, 'yes'.

Then the Janitor started to walked over to me. I got really scared and quickly grabbed the sheet to cover myself up and I took a deep breath and was just about ready to scream.

He said, 'Don't worry, honey, I'm not going to hurt you or try to touch you. I was just wondering...'

Then he began to un-do his belt, and said, '...if you could use your tool on me?'

He continued to take off the belt and began to unzip his pants.

I didn't even know if it would work. But it was so much fun to take John's and Mike's weenies off, and turn them into girls, that I decided I would try it on the Janitor too. Besides that, I kind of wondered what he would look like naked. I have seen boys naked before, but never saw a man naked before.

'Yes', I told him, 'I can use it on you if you want.'

He got his pants undone, an pulled them down. His underwear too. His weenie was really big and so was his sack, and it was all hairy like a monster. It was kind of gross. He stood there for a second, and his weenie started to get longer and bigger and very hard. It was as thick as my arm and as long as my flashlight when he was done making it grow. I've never ever seen a weenie that big in all my life.

Then he laid down on the bed next to me and said, 'Its all yours, honey, you know what to do'

So I got the tool and the Gynoaccel out, and started to put the tool onto his weenie. It was so big I almost couldn't get the tool onto it. I had to move the ring all the way up to the end and open it up all the way. I had to spread the handles apart so wide that even an adult would have needed to use both hands to close them. I finally got the tool on him as best I could, put one hand and each handles and started to push them closed...

'MMMMM', he said kind of loudly, 'That really smarts'.

I stopped squeezing the handles.

'Its OK, honey keep going, I'm a man, I can take it', he said.

I started squeezing the handles closed again, he made a couple more noises as I slowly got them all the way closed. Then, his big huge weenie came right off just like the others. I lifted the tool up away from him. He looked up at the tool, then down between his legs, then at me.

'Hmmm... This feels kind of interesting', he said.

I had to open the tool up all the way to get his weenie out of it. I painted the preserver solution onto the cut end and was going to put it into the toolset... But none of the slots were big enough to hold it.

'Let me see it', he said, and he brought his hands up.

I gave him his weenie. It was still big and hard. He held it up to his face and was looking at it closely. He looked at it for a few seconds, then he licked it and put it in his mouth!!! Can you believe that? I couldn't believe it! Why would someone want to stick something that pee comes out of, into their mouth? I kept watching him. He sucked on his weenie for a few seconds and it kind of made a whistling noise from the hole in the cut end, then he took it out of his mouth. He noticed I was watching him and looked over at me.

'Sorry', he said, 'I just always wondered what it would be like to suck my own dick. Now I know... So whats next, honey? Aren't you supposed to paint that pink stuff on it, so it'll turn into a pussy? Go ahead do it, I want you to make it into a vagina just like you did with that boy a few minutes ago.'

I got the Gynoaccel out, opened it, and painted his big red blotch with it. We waited for a little while. Nothing happened

'Paint some more on, honey, its not working', he said.

I was about to paint some more on him, then he said, 'Oh, wait! I can feel something happening down there'.

Then he said, 'Oh yeah... Oh that feels kind of good. OH YEAH! oommmmm', he closed his eyes for a second or two then he quickly brought his head back up and opened his eyes and looked down between his legs.

Then his sack split apart and everything folded in, just like with the two other boys, but it all happened in slow motion. After a little while longer everything calmed down and he was a girl. But it was all still covered with hair just like my mom's. Then he ran his fingers up and down between his legs and smiled.

'It worked', he said quietly. Then in a normal voice he said, 'Thanks, honey, thanks very much. I've wanted to have a vagina down there for a long long time.'

'You're welcome', I said.

'You better put your clothes back on', he said to me, 'lunch will be over in a few minutes.'

As I was getting dressed he said, 'Whats your name, honey?'

'Judy', I answered.

'Well, Judy, you are a wonderful girl. You're very cute too. You take good care of yourself, you are going to make a man very happy some day', he said.

I finished putting my clothes back on, put away the toolset and headed towards the back door. Just before I left, I heard the Janitor make a funny noise again. I looked back at the Janitor and you know what he was doing? He was sitting there with his eyes closed, pushing his old weenie up inside his new coochie!!"

Judy finished telling her story. Both her and Wendy were laughing about that last part. I just thought it was kind of strange that someone could stick something INSIDE their coochie, especially something as large as Judy said the Janitor's weenie was. Now I wanted to find out if I could stick things inside of my coochie like that. I decided that tonight when I took a bath, I would try sticking my fingers inside of my coochie just to see if I could do it.

CHAPTER 16: Two shows, and two tells

By this time the four of us had walked all the way down to where our classroom was. Wendy still had that other toolset she grabbed when she was in the office. Her and Judy stopped in front of the classroom door.

Wendy said, "We are going back to class early, you can come with us if you want. Or stay out here. There's probably still a few more minutes before the bell rings."

Wendy and Judy walked in to the classroom. Chris and I stood there for a moment Then we walked towards the playground. Chris went to go play on the swing set. I went over to the slide.

The slide was in the corner of the playground, next to a small playhouse. Both were popular attractions among the kids. There were some kids in the playhouse, but I didn't pay much attention to them. I had climbed up the slide and went down it a few times, when one of the girls who was in the playhouse called out to me...

I walked over to the playhouse to see what they wanted. There were actually only two kids in there. It was Lisa and Annie, two of the girls Chris said had stayed at Wendy's house the night before. Annie was the one that had called my name. She asked me to come inside the house and play with them. So I went in.

Once I was inside the house, both of them just looked at me for a second or two, then Annie said to Lisa, somewhat quietly, "go on, ask him".

Lisa replied, in almost a whisper, "no you ask him!"

I was a little upset at this, and said, "Ask me what?"

Lisa went a little red in the face but didn't answer my question. Neither did Annie.

Finally after a few seconds Annie managed to get a little bit of courage up and spoke, "We know all about Wendy's magic tool and how she used it on you. We want to see."

"Here? Now? In the middle of the playground? Are you nuts?", I said.

"Well if you stand in the corner there and me and Lisa stand in front of you, no one else will be able to see", Annie replied.

"I'm not pulling my pants down in front of you two, even if no one else will see", I said, and I started to walk out of the playhouse.

Annie said, "Wait, we will make it worth your while." Both her and Lisa took some candy out of their pockets. Not just any candy, either, between them they had 6 pieces some really good stuff and almost two dollars in change.

Annie said, "Its all yours if you just show us..."

It was a pretty compelling offer. To a 7 year old kid, candy is like treasure, and back in the 1970's you could buy quite a bit of candy with a dollar or two. Much more than you could today.

I decided I'd do it. "OK", I told them, "but make sure you are blocking the windows and doors because I don't want anyone else to see me."

I walked back into the corner of the playhouse they had pointed out. The two girls stood in front of me. To my surprise and amazement, I actually was hidden pretty well. There was enough wall on either side between the corner where I was and the nearest window, that with the two girls standing in front of me, no one outside of the playhouse would be able to see me.

I undid my pants and pulled them down to about halfway above my knees, so the girls could get a clear look between my legs. Annie looked down between my legs for a moment, but didn't say anything. Lisa, however, was totally amazed. She couldn't believe her eyes!

"Wow your wiener really is gone!", Lisa exclaimed, "You really are a girl!!!"

"Yep, a coochie now instead of a weenie, just like Chris", said Annie very casually, as if this was totally normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

After a second or two, I pulled my pants back up. The two girls, with her curiosity satisfied, gave me the money and the candy and walked away. I suddenly wasn't sure if what I had just done was the right thing to do. I sure hoped the two of them weren't going to blab to the entire school about what I had just showed them.

Just then, the end-of-Lunch bell rang and we all headed back into class.

Me and about a dozen other kids were now waiting in front of the classroom door for the teacher to open it. Terry, the girl who kicked me between the legs the previous day, was approaching. Becky, her friend, was standing a few feet away from me. I heard her say, rather loudly, "oh look here comes the liar!", to the girl she was standing next to. Both of them laughed, Terry gave them both a dirty look.

Just then the teacher opened the classroom door and those of us who where waiting there started to enter. It wasn't too long before all of us had come back in from Lunch. The Teacher closed the door and began to teach the lesson.

It was unusually quiet that afternoon. Many of the boys could be seen touching themselves between the legs when they thought no one else was looking...

Time went on, the end of the day grew closer and closer. About a fifteen minutes before school was out, the teacher announced, "TUESDAY SHOW AND TELL TIME! Did anyone bring anything to show the class?" We always had a short "show and tell" session on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. The teacher felt this was better than the traditional long "show and tell" session only on Fridays.

After the teacher made her announcement, a few students raised their hands... Wendy was one of them. The teacher called on her.

Wendy brought her toolbox up to the front of the class. Every boy in the class was staring at it. All of them seemed to have an unusually strong interest in Wendy's toolbox. Nearly all of them became red in the face. Some of them, including Chris, Andy, Jimmy, and I, were looking around to see how the other boys were reacting.

Wendy began to share. "This is my mom's special toolset."

I couldn't believe she was actually going to do this...

Wendy continued speaking, "It is something I think all the boys will really like."

In front of the whole class, she began to open up the toolbox...

There was a cloud of suspense in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife, as each former boy wondered if the secret he thought was his alone was about to be revealed in front of the entire class. Every one of the boys in the class, including Chris, Andy, Jimmy, and I, were now possessed with the same fear... That she would open the toolbox and OUR penis would be sitting in there, clear for the world to see. The secret would get out and others would realize that if our penis was up there in the toolset then it most certainly must no longer be down there between our legs... Then the obvious question would be, just what do we have between our legs now? The situation had become very awkward.

Wendy now had the toolbox opened all the way, and held it up so the whole class could see its contents... Inside of it there was:

Screwdrivers, Pliers, and a few wrenches. I suddenly understood why she took the other toolset in the office just now. This one was a decoy. A real toolset. Brilliant plan. If anyone asked her anything about the toolset she had during lunch or earlier in the day, it was just a normal one she brought in for show-and-tell. Not a magic one used to remove penises and make boys into girls. Just a normal everyday toolkit in a normal everyday toolbox.

All the boys looked relieved. But some of them were still looking at their fellow mates curiously. I couldn't help but wonder if they figured out that maybe they weren't the only one who was a girl now...

Wendy continued talking about how her mom uses this to fix things around the house. Smart girl, brilliant liar, or brilliant storyteller at least. Or maybe her mom actually was into home repair and really did do all the things Wendy was saying she did.

Not too long after this, the bell rang and it was time to go home. There was a virtual stampede as a herd of kids exited their classrooms and headed towards the front of the school to be picked up by their parents.

(Continued in Part 5)