What do you call it?" I uttered."My koochie?" she replied.What a wonderful word for it, I will keep it in my arsenal for future use. "Yes...koochie."I...had her lay on the headmistresses desk. She pulled her skirt up and revealed her white silk pantiloons. The crotch was split so the wearer could use the bathroom without having to remove them."Show me ." I instructed.She opened her legs wide and spread open her knickers revealing her little near hairless cunt... err Koochie."Open it wider. No, thiswasn't his fault. He was the victim of some vicious,malign joke. The Gipsy must have taken advantage ofhis drunken state, erasing his masculinity out ofsheer cruelty. What other explanation was there? Hehadn't walked into the antique store asking for asex-change. What man in his right mind would?Granted, he had residual memories of making some kindof agreement with the Gipsy, something to do with amirror and a small sum of money, but that didn't makeany sense.Nothing made sense right. I figured that I lost my girlfriend for good and that I was in falling in love with a guy I could never be myself with. I was a mess. This lasted a few weeks until in early January. The boss was giving funny looks all day, not looking very pleased and it was getting me worried. It was the day before payday and that meant the usual blowjob in the office. I was scared when I went up to his office. He had some documents s**ttered on his desk that he was leaning against. Usually we sat on his couch. Stillhearing this woman's voice penetrating in my ears, I began wondering whyI kept thinking these sissy thoughts because I'm not one of them, I am aboy, I've got a cock to prove it, haven't I? Even with these imagesstill flashing before me I tried to take no notice of them. I closed myeyes, only to have them open slightly, just to see if they had gone mindyou. After a while the message stopped but the images kept coming. I becamemesmerised by them, my hands seemed to fight the restrains.