This girl, Amy, who tended to be bossy and often ended up being "leader of the pack" among us, started this thing where each kid would say "You pull your pants down" to one of the other kids, then the other kid would respond with "No you pull your pants down" to another kid, and the other kid would say "No you pull your pants down" to someone else... It kept going around and around the table like this for a couple minutes, then finally Amy responded with "OK", and stood up and dropped her pants, panties and all. She stood there, nude from the waste down, with her legs spread open a bit and her hips jutted out proudly, for about 5 seconds, then she pulled her pants back up and sat down. The whole table was quiet for several seconds. For me, it was the first time I had ever seen a girl naked before. I thought it was pretty neat. I tried to start the thing going again, asking another kid to pull thier pants down, but the other kid didn't respond. Shortly after this (probably within a minute or so), the teacher came back to check on us. Looking back on this as an adult, I always wondered if Amy might have been molested or something, as sexually curious as she was...

There was also this girl, Wendy who I kind of liked. She was pretty cute, and sat next to me in the classroom. She also could be a little bossy at times, though. At those times when Amy wasn't leading the pack, Wendy would usually end up being the leader. Or the two would team up together.

There was one odd thing about Wendy: If you were a boy, and you made her mad enough, she would threaten to "tie you up and cut off your weenie and turn you into a girl". She would make this threat often, both to me and to other boys in the class.

Her saying this really had an effect on me. I thought it was actually true. I can remember one time a couple days after that "you pull your pants down" incident with Amy, Wendy said her line to some other boy in the class. After she had said this, I started to really think about it. I was daydreaming, wondering exactly how this would happen. How a boy would turn into a girl if his penis was cut off, and how fast would it happen. I imagined they had got me and tied me up and had done it to me. I imagined seeing a little red blotch where my penis used to be. Then watching my scrotum deflate and shrink, and become flat, and a narrow indentation start to form vertically in the center of it. The indentation would start getting deeper and deeper, going up inside my body, and and my scrotum and the red blotch would get sucked into it completely. The indentation would get more narrow, close up and become a slit, just like Amy's. Then I would be girl, just like them... I started to think about other things, like coming back to school the next day as a girl, and having to wear girl's clothes, and use the girl's restroom... But my thoughts were broken because the teacher called us to attention.

About two weeks later, I was out on the playground and had walked over to Wendy. I was going to ask her to play some game with me. She responded with some insult or name-calling. I returned the favor. She must have been having a really bad day or something, because what I said to her wasn't even that bad, but she really took it the wrong way and got angry. She ran off and got Amy and two other girls (Her sister Stephanie, and Stephanie's best friend Anita, who were second graders -- two years older, and a little more more physically strong and larger than any of us Kindergarteners) to come after me. They chased me around the playground a bit, and we ended up around the corner of this building on the far the side of the playground, out of view of the other kids and the adults. Its a place we kids weren't supposed to go. But during the chase there were a few times when the four girls almost got me. At one point they had me nearly surrounded, the only way out was to run back there, full steam... So back there I went...

That ended up being a very bad idea because the four girls had just about caught me before this, and shortly after we went around the corner of that building, Stephanie caught up to me and grabed a hold of me. Then Anita. Those two were able to seriously slow me down, and momments later Wendy and Amy caught up and were on me. All four of them had me surrounded, and I couldn't break free no matter how much I struggled. They pushed me back towards the building, up against the wall...

They had me cornered up agaist the wall, and were holding me down pretty good. My arms and legs were pinned down mainly by Stephanie and Anita, who were pressing me up against the wall. They were leaning into me on either side with my arms, shoulder, and part of my upper body under them. My legs were slightly spread, and thier legs in front of mine, pressing my calves firmly against the wall. Amy was on top of me, leaning my torso into the wall. Wendy was standing behind her. Amy took a step back and went over to where Wendy was standing. Even with Amy not there, I really couldn't move all that much no matter how hard I tried.

Both Wendy and Amy stood in front of me, very close, facing me. Wendy was on my right side, but a little more towards the center, Amy was on my left side.

Wendy got a mischievious grin on her face and said, "Got cha!"

Amy said, "Yeah now you're gonna pay!"

As she was saying this, Wendy reached down, grabbed my pants zipper and pulled it down, and was now trying to un-do the button.

Amy giggled a little and reached down to try to help Wendy undo my pants.

Somewhat paniced, I asked them "what are you doing", as I tried more vigorously to free myself. It was no use, the two older girls had me held down good. One of them threatened to punch me really hard in the stomach if I didn't stop. I don't know why I didn't yell or something...

Wendy, still fiddling with my the button that was holding my pants shut, said "We are gonna cut off your weenine and make you a girl just like us!" without looking up.

Amy chimed in, "Yeah then you won't bother us anymore", as she was looking down and trying to pull in either side of my pants to make the pants-button easier for Wendy to undo.

"Let me go or I'll call the yard-duty" I said as strongly as I could. I was trying to sound tough, but there was obvious fear and panic in my voice.

Amy backed up slightly, looked me straight in the eye, and said very seriously "go ahead and yell for her, she already knows we are here and isn't going to come over here and check on us." Then in a louder, stronger, bolder voice, almost yelling, she said, "GO ON YELL FOR HER! YOU'LL SEE! GO ON!!"

I was a very trusting and somewhat gullable kid and thought that this was actually true, that the yard-duty knew we were here and really wouldn't come and investigate even if I yelled for her... I believed every word Amy said. Besides that the fear and panic sort of interfered with my thinking. I was frantically trying to figure out a way to escape.

Right about then Wendy got the button undone on my pants and started to quickly pull them down. She got my pants down to just above my knees and immediately went for my underwear...

At the same time, Amy reached into her pocket and pulled out a pair of scissors. She held them up in front of my face. They were the small child-sized scissors we used in class to do art projects. They were not sharp, and were probably barely adequate enough to cut construction paper.

But at the time I didn't realize this, I just knew scissors could cut things! I thought that these girls knew exactly what they were doing, and exactly what they were talking about -- that every word they said was true -- that in a few seconds they were going to take that pair of scissors, and cut off my penis, and when they did, it really would turn me into a girl. Just like them. And even if I yelled, no Adults would come to stop them. As I said, I was very trusting and somewhat gullible back then, and tended to believe everything others told me, even other kids...

I looked down towards my groin and watched as Wendy pulled my underwear down, and Amy brought the the scissors down, closer to my groin. Intense fear and panic gripped me. A few thougths went through my mind...

I imagined myself naked, and between my legs looking just like Amy did when she pulled her pants down in front of us only a few days before, with only a little slit between my legs instead of my penis...

I thought of having to come back to school the next day as girl...

Having to use the girls restroom and not being able to go into the boys restroom anymore...

I can vividly remember seeing myself wearing a red dress with white ruffles underneath it, and white leggings from my waist all the way down to my feet, and on my feet a pair of those black leather shoes young girls wore back in the early 1970's (I always kind of liked them and wished boys could wear them too).

Whats funny is all these thoughts actually kind of excited me! Maybe it was just the novelty of it, or the fear and panic, or something... But I can remember thinking how fun it would be to wear that dress and those shoes, and how it would be really really neat to have a little slit between my legs just like Amy did! In that momment, I was ready to just let them go ahead and do it, without offering any resistance... I actually WANTED them to turn me into girl...

But then an instant later the reality of what they were about to do hit me, and I struggled all the more to try to get away. But struggling was no use. Stephanie and Anita had me pinned down well and I wasn't going anywhere.

By this time, Wendy had pulled my underwear down to just below my balls. I had a partial erection. My penis was expanded to its full size, and was starting to rise up away from my body. Wendy and Amy were looking down at my now-exposed parts. They giggled some for a few seconds. I heard the two older girls giggle a little too. I looked up to see that both Stephanie and Anita were also starting down right at my penis. I was embarassed, scared, and thrilled all at the same time. It was a strange feeling... I looked back at Wendy and Amy watching them, as they looked down between my legs and laughed.

Momments later, their giggling subsisded. They regained thier composure and became more serious.

Wendy said, "Come on, lets do it! Lets cut his weenie off!"

They both brought thier hands to my groin.

I turned back down and was looking right at my groin, closely watching what the two girls were doing. Amy brought the little pair of scissors right up there next to my penis, only an inch away, and had spread open the blades. I tensed up. This was it... The last few seconds of my life as a boy. Wendy reached up, grabbed my penis, and firmly pulled it forward...

As she did, it felt really good. I got this sudden wave of pleasure, that started at the end of my penis where she grabbed it, and almost instantly progressed into and throughout my body. I had never felt anything like that before in my life. The feeling subsided within a second or two and was replaced by a low level pleasure, plus a pulling and stretching sensation, and tight pressure or squeezing from the front half of my penis. Wendy had made a tight fist around the end of my penis and was pulling it forward, not too hard, but enough to make it taught. It didn't really hurt at all, it just felt kind of funny.

As I seen my partly-stretched penis with her fist wrapped around the end of it, I thought of the teacher pulling pieces of yarn tight before she cut them the other day. Wendy was pulling on my penis just like you would a piece of yarn...

I watched as Amy moved in for the kill. Things started moving kind of in slow motion. She was looking down at my penis, with the open scissors in her right hand, moving it towards the left side of my penis. I felt the edge of the cold steel as it began to brush lightly against the left side of both the skin above my penis and the skin on the underside of my penis. I could also feel the rest of the scissors lightly brushing against the left side of my groin next to my penis.

Several thoughs and images instantly flashed through my mind as she continued to move the scissors slowly over my penis...

The thought of looking down and seeing my cut-off penis laying on the sidewalk beneath my feet, and a slit between my legs.

The thought of Wendy taking my cut-off penis and running away with it. Or putting it in her purse. Or her pocket. Or thowing it into the dirt behind her.

I wondered if it would hurt when Amy actually cut my penis off, or if it was going to feel good like when Wendy grabbed it just now.

I wondered if there would be any blood.

I wondered what my mom and dad would do when they saw my slit and found out I had been turned into a girl.

I thought of not being able to take a bath with my brothers or friends anymore because I was a girl and they were boys.

Not being able to stand to pee or use urinals anymore.

Having to go into the girls bathroom instead of the boys from now on.

But just then, one of the Adults had come around the corner, saw us, yelled, and was running over to us... (The adult was Ms. H, a Yard Duty who I really didn't like all that much. She was cruel and heartless towards boys. She always favored the girls and would believe them when they lied. She was all-to-happy to always believe us boys were the cause of all the trouble. Sometimes this was true, usually it was not. Looking back on this as an adult, I think Ms. H had some major issues with men. I bet if I could have talked to her as an adult I would have discovered that she was a man-hating feminist bitch. She sure seemed the type. Fortunately, this time she set aside her feelings and didn't let the girls get away with it. But as a I kid I wasn't too thrilled that it was her who discovered us, and was afraid that she might just stand thier and watch as the girls continued).

As Ms. H was running over, Amy dropped the scissors and Wendy let go of my penis. The older girls let go of me. The four of them were getting ready to run away.

Ms. H yelled, "Don't you DARE go anywhere" with a fire and authority in her voice, beyond anything that I had ever heard before. The four girls froze.

She got up to us and said, very authoritatively, "Don't any of you MOVE or you will get into more trouble than you can imagine".

At the same time, another Yard Duty came running around the corner towards all of us.

Ms. H bent down and took a close look at my penis, and asked me if I was OK. I said I was. She told me to pull up my pants, and asked me what happend. As I explained, Wendy tried to interject.

Ms. H scolded her, "Did I ask you anything, Wendy? Be quiet you'll each get your turn."

As I finished explaining everything, Ms. H told me that if it starts to hurt at all to go straight up to the Nurse's Office. She also told me I could go play if I wanted to, or come up to the Office with them.

The two Yard Duties escorted the four girls up to the Office. I thought about it for a momment, and decided to go play. Pretty soon the bell rang and it was time to go back into the classroom.

The girls were gone for a long time. Sometime later one of the secretaries from the office came into the classroom and asked me to come up to the office with her. They took me into this room where there were a bunch of adults sitting around a table... It was the prinicipal, the two yard duties, the nurse, and two other people I didn't know. The secretary sat down and told me to take a seat also.

The prinicipal told me I wasn't in trouble. And that he needed me to tell them exactly what happened, and not to lie, and not to leave anything out. So I did. I then was told to go back to class. The secretary escorted me there.

I didn't see Wendy or Amy back in class for the rest of the day. I also didn't see any of those four girls at school for the next few days. I assumed they all got into serious trouble... I never did find out.

When I went home that night, my parents talked to me about the whole thing. They also had several meetings with the school over the next several days, and wanted to put me into a different school. But I protested. I didn't want to go, because all my friends were there.

None of us boys ever heard Wendy say she was going to cut off someone's weenie again. They also kept a Yard Duty stationed over there at the edge of the playground near the corner of that building all the time from that day on, and soon had added some more Yard Duties.

One day about two weeks later, Amy was absent. She never came back. I found out later that she had been transferred to another school. I also discovered that both Wendy and Amy had to keep going to this speical doctor called a "Child Psychologist". I had no idea what a "Child Psychologist" was and wondered what they did.

Sometime after all of this happend, I had a really strange dream about having my penis cut off and being turned into a girl (and some re-occuring daydreams). But those are another story...

EPILOGUE:

Even though I once or twice had thoughts of removing my penis as a little child (before any of this), I believe it was was this incident that really planted the seeds for the Penectomy and TG Fantasies I've had throughout my entire post-puberty life. To this day the idea of a Penectomy still turns me on like nothing else, especially at the hands of a couple of youger girls. I often imagine I'm in gradeschool again, and girls have "got me" again and are going to Penectomize me. Sometimes I imagine the exact same scene that happend to me so many years ago. Other times I imagine different situations and different girls.

Sometimes the girls succeed and they actually cut off my penis. When this happens, sometimes I am left dickless, with just that wet red blotch where my penis used to be, and a little dark pee-hole in the middle of it. Other times I imagine this actually does turn me into a girl just like I thought it would back then -- After they finish I have a vulva between my legs instead of my male genitals.

Usually either one of these ends the fantasy, and if I'm masterbating I usually come really hard, I get some of my best orgasms this way. Sometimes, I go on, imagining what it would be like if I had no penis or had a vulva instead.

I don't have any desire at all to actually lose my penis or become a woman in real life. But the fantasies are such powerful turn ons that I find myself using them very often. I just wish I could find something else that turns me on that powerfully. Nothing else does...

If you want to know about the other ideas/dreams/daydreams I had either before or after this, leave me comments in the Message Boards. I'll be happy to type up other stories about them if a few people show interest...