This takes place sometime after the events in "Four girls and a boy". It would have probably been sometime during my 1st grade year in school. I would have been probably 7 years old at the time.

The boy's bathroom had been closed at the school due to severe water damage. A water pipe in the roof broke over the weekend, and no one found about it until Monday morning. Part of the roof caved in. It was a complete mess inside. But the girls bathroom on the other side of the building was OK. I attended a small private school and these were the only two "public" restrooms students could use (there was only one other restroom on the campus, it was in the office and was "staff only").

All students had to use the girls restroom, until the boy's bathroom was repaired. They had us students the bathroom in alternating shifts -- It would be only girls allowed in for a little while, then only boys allowed in for a little while, then back again to girls only, and so on and so on. While one sex used the bathroom, those of the other sex had to wait in line outside. There was adult standing guard near the door to be sure this rule was obeyed. It was this way during all the breaks (recess and lunch) and also before and after school. They weren't supposed to let any students go into the only functioning restroom during class time at all, because they didn't want a boy and a girl in there at the same time.

During this time, there came a point in the middle of class where I had to pee. I asked the teacher but she told me no, wait until lunchtime. I was holding it for awhile, but it kept getting worse and worse. It wasn't too long before I really, really had to go, and soon... I begged and pleaded with the teacher and she finally let me go.

I went into the girls restroom, and sat down on the toilet. I only had to pee, and could have easily stood... But for some reason I thought that I had to sit instead of stand since it was the girl's restroom. I thought it was a rule you had to follow or something...

Pretty soon I was done, and was about to get up, but then something caught my eye... There was this metal white box mounted on the wall next to the toilet paper, with a lid on top, and a metal lever you could use to open the lid. I wondered what in the world it was for? There wasn't anything like that in the boy's bathroom that I usually used (it was the box for used feminine sanitary napkins -- although as a child I knew absolutely nothing about this).

I opened up the white metal box and looked inside. The box was lined with thick brown paper, almost like a paper bag but much thicker. There was a single round cylinder at the bottom, tightly wrapped in white tissue paper. Probably about the size of a tube of lipstick or chapstick, maybe slightly larger. Blood had soaked through the white paper in places, turning it red and brown. There was also a faint, but distinct odor I had never smelled before. I wondered what in the HELL that wrapped cylindrical thing was, and what that box was supposed to be used for...

For a moment I thought maybe some boy had put his penis in between the lip of the metal box and the lid, and closed the lid, cutting it off... And it was his penis that was wrapped tightly in that blood-soaked paper in the bottom of that box. A strange thought, yes, but in the mind of a child with a wild and vivid imagination and no actual facts to interpret what he sees -- all things, no matter how unrealistic, improbable, good, or bad, are feasible possibilities...

I closed the lid of the white metal box and was just about to get up off the toilet, when I heard footsteps coming in the door and walking over towards the stalls. Specifically, over towards the two middle stalls, one of which I was in...

I quickly looked up and realized I had forgotten to lock the door of the stall I was in. I wanted to quickly reach up and lock it, but the footsteps were rapidly getting closer and closer.

I froze.

I was hoping that maybe whoever this person was, wouldn't realize I was in there. Or would go into one of the other stalls... No such luck...

The person walked right up to the stall I was in, and quickly opened the door. It was a really cute girl from one of the other classes. She was probably 9 years old -- a third grader, two years ahead of me. I had seen her on the playground before. She took a quick look down at me, then looked down at my groin for a moment, then back up at my face.

"Oh, sorry", she said as she closed the door and went into another stall.

I sat there for a moment, embarrassed and sort of stunned. Then I got up, pulled up my pants, opened the stall door, and started to walk towards the exit... At the same time, I could hear the girl in the stall next to me taking off her clothes and sitting down, and then starting to pee.

As I was walking towards the door, the peeing stopped abruptly, and I heard the girl say, "My door is unlocked, too. So you can come in and see me naked if you want. Its only fair."

I hesitated for just a moment, then walked over to her stall and slowly pushed the door open. There she was, sitting on the toilet, naked from the waist down, with her legs slightly spread apart and a smile on her face. It was a glorious site! She was easily one of the cutest girls in the school, and her legs and vulva were just as gorgeous as her beautiful face. She let me get a good close look at her vulva without trying to hide or cover herself up in any way. I just loved the way she looked down there, with her smooth slightly puffy skin, and the little slit below it. Her slit was slightly open and I could partly see the reddish colored skin inside.

She looked so neat down there. I once again sort of envied girls for what they had down there, and thought about how nice it would be if I could have smooth skin and a slit like that between my legs... I also remember having a very strong desire to do something with her slit. But I had no idea what to do with a vulva. I didn't even know where to begin...

"There, now I saw you, and you got to see me", she said after a few seconds.

Just then I got a thought. I had one burning question which came up the first time I saw a girl naked, the previous school year, a couple months before this... A question that I had never been able to answer...

"Can I watch you pee?", I asked her.

She kind of laughed and her face turned slightly red.

"OK... Here, watch", she said as she leaned forward just a little and started to pee again. I got a little closer and watched, fascinated, as the pee came out of her slit. Up until then for some reason I thought you had to have a penis to pee and could never imagine how a girl would do it... But here I was watching this miracle happen before my very eyes.

She finished, grabbed a little toilet paper, and said "and then we have to wipe from front to back" and proceeded to wipe her pussy, starting at the top and then moving down towards her butt.

"Do you have to wipe your penis after you pee?", she asked.

"No...", I said, "Thanks for letting me watch.".

"Your welcome", she said.

"Do you want to see me pee?" I asked her, which was actually a stupid question because I had just finished peeing moments ago and probably couldn't make anymore pee right now if my life depended on it.

"No, I've seen my brother pee many times before. Will you please back up so I can get up and put my clothes back on?", she replied.

She got up and put her clothes on. Then walked over to the sink and washed her hands. I did the same. I asked her her name. Jessica. And I told her mine. I also told her that she was very pretty.

We left the girl's restroom and went our separate ways. As time went on, we did talk a few times out on the playground. But, sadly, we never really became good friends. She had her friends that she hung around with, and I had mine, and the two groups weren't really compatible!

CHAPTER 2: The Unfortunate Accidental Encounter

What I've told you up until now is all true...

What I'm about to tell you next is based on a dream I had that evening, and several subsequent daydreams... This is where things gets a lot more interesting. And fun!

I had a strange dream that night. Same situation as that morning... Only it was Wendy who opened the door on me (she is the girl from "Four girls and a boy" who always made the "cut off your weenie and turn you into a girl" threat to me and other boys in the class. In reality, neither her or Amy came back to my school this year... But my memories of them were as vivid as ever, and in this dream Wendy was still going to school here).

So there I was sitting in the stall, hoping that whoever had just walked in would go into one of the other stalls. But I had no such luck. The person walked right up to the stall I was in, and quickly opened the door...

It was Wendy. She was carrying this long rectangular-shaped metal box. The box was closed, secured with two simple latches and a lock in the middle.

I quickly leaned forward and brought in my arms to cover my nakedness the best I could. I had my back bent down to the point where my head was only inches away from touching my knees, my stomach and torso almost touching my thighs, and head turned up to look at her.

Wendy looked down at me with a slight grin, took a small key out of her pocket, and proceeded to open the metal box she was carrying. It was a toolset of sorts. A very, very strange toolset... The inside of the box was lined with a soft dark gray foam rubber. On the one side there were two identical small glass jars of a clear liquid. Each jar had a small paintbrush attached to the inside of its lid. Right next to the jars, going horizontally along the entire length of the top of the box was this odd tool which looked something like a cross between an Eyelash Curler and a pair of Pliers, with a Ring towards the center of it. Across the bottom of the box, there were about two dozen vertical slots, one next to the other... Each slot had a penis in it, except for the last three on the end, which were empty. There were all different types of penises in the occupied slots. A couple un-circumcised ones, a couple circumcised ones. Some were more short, wide and fat looking. Some were long and thin. Some had pointy heads. Some had round heads. Many were the same size and shape, but had different colored skins -- the whole range from white to deep dark brown almost black.

I stared, awestruck, at the contents of this toolset Wendy had just opened up in front of me.

She said, "I'll trade you your weenie, for any of these weenies."

"What are you talking about?" I asked her.

She said, "I want your weenie", as she reached for the tool.

She continued, "This is a special magic toolset that lets girls take off a boy's weenie and replace it with a different one. I want to use my special tool to take off your weenie, so I can take it home with me and keep it!"

She paused for a moment, then brought the toolset closer to my face so I could get a good look.

She continued, "Then you can pick any one of these weenies you want, and I will put it on you..."

I took a good close look at the row of penises in front of me. I wasn't quite sure I wanted to go through with this. I was just about ready to get up and try to get away... But she was pretty well blocking the doorway into the stall, and was standing so close to me that getting up off of the toilet would be difficult, if not impossible. Besides that, I would have to stand up, totally exposing my nakedness to her. Even though Wendy had seen me naked once already a few months before, I still felt somewhat uncomfortable and embarrassed about letting her see me naked again. There just didn't seem too be any way out of this situation.

I was a little scared... But at the same time this whole idea she just explained was very fascinating to me, and I kind of wanted her to go ahead and do it. Especially that part about taking off my weenie... I don't know how to explain it, but ever since that incident with Wendy, Amy, and the other two girls a few months before, I just couldn't stop thinking about a girl, or girls, getting me trapped where I couldn't escape, then cutting off my penis with a scissors or something. The thought made me feel kind of funny but also kind of good inside. It turned me on. In fact, even now, I could feel myself starting to get an erection...

I imagined looking down and seeing myself without a penis. With just a little red blotch with a small dark hole in the middle, where my penis used to be. Flexing the muscles "down there", which would normally cause my penis to move, and feeling NOTHING...

I imagined looking down at myself and seeing one of those other penises in her toolkit on me. And how interesting that would be. Especially those un-circumcised ones! They were so much different than the circumcised penis I had.

I was lost in thought for a few more seconds as these images and others went through my mind, then Wendy broke me out of it...

She brought her cute face close to mine and said in a quiet voice, almost a whisper, "Come on, will you please let me take your weenie off? I'll be your best friend..."

I had just about decided to go ahead and let her do it anyway... But as soon as she said that, in that way, any little bits of doubt or unsureness I had were gone. I always thought she was kind of cute and kind of liked her. Having her close to me like that, asking, almost begging, in her own sweet and very cute way, plus all the vivid mental imaginations I had been having moments before, just totally pushed me over the edge. I wanted her to do it. I wanted to let her take my penis off. I wanted to give it to her. She could have even told me she wasn't going to give me another one to take its place, and I would probably still have let her take it...

Without saying a word, I moved my arms back to my sides and sat back up. I scooted my butt forward some and leaned back even further, reclining on the toilet as if it were an easy-chair, and giving her easy and unrestricted access to my groin. My penis was sticking straight up, fully erect. In fact, more erect than I had ever seen it before in my entire life...

Even though I said nothing, Wendy had all the encouragement she needed. She laid the toolset box down across top of the white metal box and the toilet-paper, got the tool out, and began to bring it towards my groin.

She opened the handles and put the "eyelash curler" end at the base of my penis. One half of the now-open "eyelash curler" brushing up against the underside of my penis, and the other half of it brushing down against the top side of my penis. It felt sort of familiar, bringing back memories of that prior incident with the scissors a few months before...

She continued working with the tool, lightly squeezing the handles with one hand, and with the other, taking the ring from the center and sliding it down over my penis-head. I was looking right at my groin, watching all of this with fascination... And slight trepidation...

"Ready?", she asked as she took her hand away from the center-ring.

"Does it hurt?", I asked, looking up at her face.

"Well when we did it to my brother, he said it didn't hurt, and that it actually felt kind of good..." she answered.

As she was saying this, she put both hands around the ends of the tool's handles and began to squeeze them closed. I felt the ring constrict suddenly, grabbing the head of my penis very tightly. Then I felt a hard pulling and stretching sensation from my penis, and a very intense itching from the base. I looked back down at my groin. The ring was now tightly gripping the end of my penis, and pulling it upwards, while the "eyelash curler" was acting as a blade, digging into the skin above and below my penis, starting to cut into it.

Over the next two or three seconds, she squeezed the long handles harder and harder and the itching feeling kept getting more and more intense, and even started to sting a little, but not too bad. The stretching got a little more intense too. At one point I closed my eyes shut tightly and tensed up because the itching sensation got so bad.

But a half second after that, something strange began to happen. The feeling started to get a little less. And less. And less. Then just as quickly as this lessening happened, I felt sort of a POP and instantly the itching and stretching feeling stopped completely. The feelings were replaced by that cool soothing wet feeling you get when you finally peel off a scab that had been itching badly, and also what I can only describe as a low level pleasure. It felt kind of good. I rather enjoyed the sensation...

I opened my eyes and looked at my groin again. She had actually done it. My penis was no longer attached to my body. All I had left down there was my balls, and above them, a small moist red blotch with tiny dark hole in the middle of it, just as I had imagined. Only now it was for reals.

Wendy was lifting the tool up and away from my groin. What was formerly my penis was suspended in the tool, held up by the ring. I watched as she took it away.

"Hello, no-weenie boy!" she said to me, in sort of an excited voice, and with sort of an evil or mischievous grin on her face.

I looked back at my now penis-less groin, utterly fascinated. I flexed my "down there" muscles, and felt them move inside, but no corresponding movement or feeling from my penis, since I didn't have one anymore. It was a fascinating sensation. I flexed the muscles a few more times, enjoying the unusual sensation.

Wendy took my severed penis out of the tool and set the tool down. She opened one of the jars, painted some of the solution on the cut end of my severed penis, and put my penis into the third slot on the right side of the toolset. So now she had only two empty slots left in her toolset. She put the tool and the jar back into their places the toolset.

"No-weenie boy! No-weenie boy!", Wendy said with a bit of a laugh, pointing at my groin, "Ha-ha, ha-ha, you have no weenie... You're a no-weenie boy!"

I was again awestruck. I still couldn't believe that she had actually cut off my penis! I looked again at my dickless groin, then at the toolset, then at Wendy. This was so unreal... But also so cool!! I reveled at the fact that I didn't have a penis anymore. It was a neat new feeling... I was sort of enjoying this.

She held the open toolset up closer to me again, with her one hand on the handle on top of the box, her other hand free.

"Come on, no-weenie boy! Hurry up and pick your new weenie" she said, as she ran her finger over the row of penises.

I looked at the row of penises in the toolset...

"That one", I said, pointing to the un-circumcised one I had fancied earlier. It was basically the same size, shape and skin color as mine.

"OK" Wendy said,

She took out the other jar and the un-circumcised penis. She opened the jar and painted a little of the liquid on the penis, and a little of it on my bloody-blotch. She then took the un-circumcised penis and stuck it on my blotch, UPSIDE DOWN, with the underside of the penis facing up and the top side of it facing my balls.

"Wait wait!" I said, somewhat alarmed.

But she didn't listen. She just held the penis there for about a second, then let go. It stuck there and didn't fall. There was just a red line dividing the new penis from the rest of my body. Then it felt really warm for a second or two, almost burning, then I watched in amazement as it completely healed. The red line disappeared right before my very eyes.

Then my new penis started to tingle a bit, like when your foot "falls asleep" and starts to wake up again.

The feeling subsided and everything suddenly felt "normal" down there... Well, normal except for the fact that my penis was on upside down!! I touched it and could feel my touch. I flexed my muscles down there and the new penis moved up and down, just like my original penis used to.

"What do you think", asked Wendy.

"Its upside down!!" I complained loudly, almost shouting.

"Oh yeah, I guess it is", said Wendy, very nonchelantly.

"SO FIX IT!!!" I said in an even louder voice.

"Well if I take that one off you have to pick another one. You can't use the same one twice unless you process it, and I don't have a processor in my toolset." she said as she went to get out the odd shaped tool again.

"Where did you get that toolset?" I asked her.

"My mom got it for me out of a special catalog. I'm not supposed to ever bring it to school, and I am only supposed to use it on my cousins or brother... But I remembered seeing your weenie last year and wanted one like it, and the catalog doesn't have any weenies like yours in it. So I decided to bring the toolset to school and try to get yours. And now I have it!"

Wendy took the tool and put it around my new upside down penis. I felt the same stretching itching sensation as before, then that pop, and the cool wet feeling again. I again watched as she took the penis and put it back into her toolset.

"OK pick a different one", she said.

"Can I please have mine back?", I asked.

"No! I'm keeping it!! Besides that, even if I wanted to give it back to you I couldn't. It would have to be processed first before I could put it back on you again. Just like this one.", she replied holding up the un-circumcised penis that had been mine only moments before.

I looked at the penises again

"Hurry up, no-weenie boy!", Wendy said.

I chose another un-circumcised one. The skin was a little darker than mine, but not too much different. Wendy painted the solution onto it and me, and put the penis on me. This time she had it on the right way. The same thing happened as before, the same sensations. There was heat then tingling, and it healed perfectly. Only it just didn't look right because the skin was so different. In the toolkit it didn't look too bad, but now that it was on me, the contrast was very noticeable. I wasn't sure I liked that.

"Why do you keep telling me to hurry up when I pick one", I asked.

"Don't you know what happens to no-weenie boys?" she asked me.

"No, what?", I asked.

"They turn into girls, silly! If a boy's weenie gets taken off, and he doesn't get another one soon enough, he turns into girl!!!", Wendy exclaimed with a lot of excitement in her voice.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief

"Yes, it happened to my younger brother a little over a year ago. Thats why I have a younger sister now. He used to get into trouble all the time. Then one day he did something really bad. And my mom told him that if he ever did it again, she would cut off his weenie and turn him into a girl. Well, he did do it again. Two times. So my mom called me in, and told me to watch. Then my aunt and my grammy held my little brother down, and my mom pulled down his pants, and took off his weenie with a tool just like this one. Then we all watched. And waited. And waited. Then all of the sudden, he turned into a girl right before our very eyes!! His things all folded up and turned into a coochie just like mine. And then I had a sister instead of a brother! My mom made him wear a dress that very day, and only let him wear dresses from then on. She also started to call him "her" and "she" and pretty soon all of us were calling him that. Eventually SHE began to like wearing dresses and even started to play dolls and house with me. And now if you ask her about how she used to be a boy, she either says 'no I wasn't' or 'I like being a girl better'. My birthday was two weeks after this, and mom bought me my own magic toolset. That was my best birthday ever! I got a new little sister and my own toolset!"

I thought about everything she said for a moment. Her story brought several memories to mind.

I thought about naked girls, and the first time I saw a girl naked. It was several months ago, during the previous school year, when Amy dropped her pants in front of us. I really liked her smooth skin and her little slit. I thought it looked really neat...

I thought about the events that happend not too long after this, when they held me down and said they were going to cut off my penis and turn me into a girl. And actually tried to do it. And how for just a moment I kinda hopped they would succeed... I couldn't help but wonder if this incident with her mom and brother was where she got the idea.

I looked down at my new miscolored penis. I touched it. Played with it a little. I kind of liked the way it felt when I played with it. It felt different, in a good way, when I played with it. My old penis would feel kind of good if I played with it. This new one felt VERY good when I played with it, especially when I pulled the foreskin back, then pushed it forward again. But I just didn't think I would ever get used to the miscolored skin, it looked too strange.

"Is that one OK?", Wendy asked, as she watched me touching and playing with my penis.

"Yeah, I guess...", I said, looking up at her. She put the tool away again, and was starting to close the toolkit.

I looked down between my legs once again, my attention focusing on the clear line between my skin and the darker skin of my new penis. I then decided I really didn't like it, and didn't want to live the rest of my life with a penis that was a different color than the rest of me.

"Wait", I said, "let me pick out another one."

"OK but this is the last time!", said Wendy, a little irritated, as she opened the toolkit back up and got out the tool again, "I'm only doing this because you let me have yours." she said.

She brought the tool down, more quickly than before, and squeezed the handles, much more quickly than before. This time it didn't just itch intensely, it actually hurt!

"AHHH!" I exclaimed as my penis came off. It really stung.

She brought the penis and the tool back up to the box and put them away.

"Go on, pick one!", Wendy said, still a little irritated.

I looked over the row of penises again. I found a few different ones which matched my skin color, and was trying to decide between them. I ran my finger over each of them to see how they felt. I spent a lot of time studying each penis carefully, one at a time. I really wanted to be sure to pick the right one since this was my last chance...

Wendy started to get a little restless.

"Come on, hurry up, before its too late!", she said with a little bit of panic in her voice.

I just couldn't decide which penis I wanted. My thoughts drifted again to Amy and how neat her smooth slit looked. Then I thought of that cute girl, Jessica, who I saw naked just this morning, and how nice her vulva had looked. I thought again how cool it might be if I had a smooth slit like that between my legs...

My thoughts drifted back to the present. I looked over the row of penises one more time, then I made my decision...

I said to Wendy, "Leave me this way. I want to turn into a girl."

Wendy stood there speeches for a moment, a look of complete surprise, shock, awe and disbelief on her face.

"You... Want to be a girl?" she said.

"Yes. I want to be smooth and have a slit down here, like you do." I said pointing to my groin.

Wendy got very serious, and said, "You know that its permanent? If you turn into a girl, you can never be turned back into a boy again. You will be a girl forever, and grow up to be a mommy instead of a daddy. Are you really sure you want to be turned into a girl?"

I thought about it a little more, then I decided that even though it might be really neat to have a slit, I didn't want to grow up and be a mommy. I was having some serious second thoughts about it.

"Maybe not. Give me this one...", I said, as I reached up and pointed to one of the penises that was my skin color and was fairly close in size and shape to my original penis.

Just then I felt a very strange stirring in my loins. There was an odd almost electric tingling coming from between my two balls, followed by what I can only describe as a mild sucking sensation and a strange pleasure-mixed-with-ache coming from each of my balls. The feeling started to slowly progress from my balls up towards my stomach.

"Toooo....oooo....late" said Wendy kind of slowly, pointing at my groin with a slightly surprised look on her face.

I immediately looked down. I watched in amazement as my scrotum began to deflate, to flatten out. I quickly brought my hand up there to feel it. My balls were gone, my scrotum was totally empty. I pushed on it and could feel behind my scrotum a wide tunnel going up inside of me. The suction feeling kept getting stronger and stronger, and that strange slightly-achy slightly-pleasurable feeling kept moving further up and further inside me...

"There's nothing you can do now. In a few minutes its gonna turn into a coochie, just like mine!", Wendy said with a mixture of enthusiasm and amusement in her voice.

She paused for a few moments, then said loudly, now with a lot excitement and enthusiasm in her voice, "BYE BYE, NO-WEENIE BOY!! HELLO GIRL!!!"

I kept watching. Down the middle of my now flattened scrotum, a depression started to form, along the vertical ridge that ran down the center of it. The depression continued to grow wider and deeper and began to slowly suck in the surrounding skin, getting deeper and wider as it did. Soon, it had swallowed up my entire scrotum. Then the gash started to grow vertically, both above and beneath - the bottom part progressing towards my butt and the top part progressing towards the red blotch where my penis used to be. Pretty soon that red blotch was swallowed up too. Now I was really starting to look more like a girl down there -- the slit was just a little too tall and wide. It was fascinating to watch it all happen.

Then suddenly, my lower abdomen started to go into turmoil. It almost felt like I had really bad gas and a stomach ache all at the same time. It wasn't too painful, just uncomfortable. It lasted for several seconds. At the same time, the depression between my legs was starting get narrower, looking more and more like a girl's slit should. I could feel more tingling on either side of slit, as the skin folded to form inner lips and continued to narrow. I also started to feel a certain firmness or hardness from where my penis used to be, sort of like when I had an erection.

"Almost there", said Wendy.

Pretty soon my insides calmed down, and all the unusual feelings subsided. Between my legs everything had stopped moving. I took a close look. No doubt about it, that was definitely a girl's slit. It looked a lot like Amy's, who I had seen just months before, or Jessica's who I had seen earlier that morning.

I finally got my own smooth slit, just like I had wanted...

"You're a girl now, just like me!", said Wendy.

I needed some more time for this to all sink in. I ran my fingers between my legs and inside of my newly formed slit. There wasn't even a trace of my former maleness left down there. Not even the best Doctor would be able to tell that I once had a penis, scrotum, and balls between my legs...

Wendy was right. There was no denying it. I was a girl now, just like her...

We were both quiet for several seconds, then Wendy laughed a little and said, "Hahaha! I did it! We won!!"

"Won what?", I said.

"I cut off your weenie and turned you into a girl, just like I said I would last year! So I won!", said Wendy, "I wish Amy could be here to see this!"

I was quiet, I didn't know what to say. She went to close her toolbox, and said, "What a great day this has been! I get to keep your weenie, and you get turned into a girl, too! What a wonderful day."

She closed her toolbox, locked it, turned, and started to walk away.

"Wait! What do I do now?" I asked.

She turned around and said with a bit of a laugh, "Go home and ask your mom to buy some dresses. And learn how to pee sitting down!", then she continued walking.

As soon as she walked out, I immediately closed and locked the stall door. I didn't want any more surprises. Especially given what just happened between my legs... I didn't want anyone to see me like this.

I sat there on the toilet, looking down at my slit, for several minutes. I again ran my finger along it, and along the smooth skin up above it. It felt kind of good, both the smoothness and the touching itself. I really did like the way it looked, a lot. It excited me. Both the fact that I had a slit now, and the newness/novelty of it. But at the same time, I was already kinda starting to miss my penis. This was all going take some getting used to...

I used my fingers to open my slit up and it suddenly felt cool, like a mild breeze had blown into it. It also sort of tingled just a little. It felt kind of nice. I saw the pinkish-reddish skin inside, it looked a lot like Jessica's did. But I couldn't get a really good look inside, I couldn't position my head in a way to see it all.

I wanted very badly to go stand totally naked in front of a mirror so I could get a really good look at myself. But there were no suitable mirrors in the bathroom. The ones in there were above the sink, and weren't very large. It would have been impossible get a good close look at myself in them. Besides that, even if the mirrors were large enough, someone might walk in and see me!

I finally pulled my pants back up. My underwear felt odd, kind of loose and baggy in the front now that there was nothing sticking out down there. I went back to class and sat down casually, normally, as if nothing had changed.

But for me things had changed. I was now a boy with a secret...

The rest of that day in class, my thoughts were occupied by fears of someone somehow figuring out I didn't have any boy-parts down there and exposing my secret to everyone. I looked down at my pants more than a couple times to try to see if it looked any different than it did before. If the front of my pants were flatter or something. It didn't seem any different than before.

I was sure hoping Wendy wasn't going to tell anyone about what had happened. I don't think she did. Not that day, at least...

Lunch came and went pretty much as usual. The only out of the ordinary thing that happened was at one point Wendy came up to me, brought her head close to mine, and whispered "Coochie Boy!" in my ear, then walked away to continue playing with her friends.

(continued in part 2 -- coming soon)