(bwa-ha-ha-ha)In the boys' locker room, I spotted a little punk changing in a privatestall. Those type, who hate anyone seeing their schlongs. This ...asgoing to be fun. "Hey, girlie. What are you doing in *our* lockerroom?"I could see him through the slots in the stall. He was naked, coweringand facing away, bent over, his hands down in front covering something."I'm not a girl!" shrieked the punk.I burst into the stall. "Prove it! Show me your beaver, Beaver." No, go away!" he whined,. However, she forced him to stop en route to buy clothing, a ratherscanty lace bra and panty set and a pair of white leather pants and amatching halter top.The doctor's findings showed her to be female. A swab of her gums takenthat day and later subjected to genetic testing, revealed her DNA to be XX.When the doctor attempted to perform a gynecologic exam, she punched him inhis solar plexus, grabbed his wallet, and fled. In the parking lot outsidethe doctor's office, she hot-wired a motorcycle. "We exchanged nods, which seemed to be this generation's answer to the handshake."Mostly I'm wanting email and internet access," I reminded Mitch. "Everything else is gravy." Oh this has a lot of gravy then, far as you're concerned," Kory offered with a gulp. I saw him visibly straighten himself, clearing his throat at the same time. "This is listed at $1245.00 Cooper."I could tell that he expected that price to give me pause, but I had meant it when I told Mitch I wanted fast and painless. He had measured it at the beginning of the summer, after a growth spurt that had him wearing size nine shoes, and he had been growing steadily, arms and legs as well as weight, but his stupid penis was just five inches back then and just a fraction over six now. "Damn." He smacked it with the ruler, rolled out of bed, found his favorite sock and stroked his prick until he felt his juices flowing.Then he clamped down on his PC muscles, held his rigid penis firmly at its thick base and stumbled.