Boi Cunt School

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Chapter 2

Harriet collected the jars and brushes. "There, wasn't that fun, Girls? You wiped out your old boy names. You knew they weren't good names for girls. And you won't have to use those names any more. And you won't let anyone call you by those names. You see, the ink is dry already. Now turn the sign over to the clean side. That side is still all pretty and white." She passed out new markers in pink and purple and robin's egg blue. "In a minute, Marcus is going to hand you a card with your new name on it. Then you can write your new name on this side of your sign. I want you to write it in pretty balloon letters using all the lovely markers I gave you. If you have an I in your name, I want you to dot it with a pretty heart. Then you can put on your sign so all your sisters can see what your new name is. Aren't you excited? I bet you're all dying to know what your new name is going to be." The boys weren't too excited.

Marcus went over to Pablo and handed him a card that read Juanita. "Fuck," Pablo muttered.

"Now, now, Juanita, that's not nice language for a little lady to use." Pablo grudgingly picked up a purple marker and began drawing a fat J.

Tom became Alicia. Rick became Emily. Harvey became Brianna. When he got to Ryan, the towhead teen said, "I already got a girl's name. Uncle calls me Patty when he gets ready to f--..." He stopped midword.

"Well, Patty is a pretty name." Marcus looked down at him. "I know a lot of girls named Patty. But, Girl, it's too ambiguous. I know boys named Patty also. No, you want to have a proper 100% girl's name. He handed Ryan a card with Angelina.

When he got to Bob, he smiled and gave him Tiffany. "You be sure to write it pretty, Tiffany, with a big pink heart over the I."

Harriet said, "Now I have lots of stickers here you can use to make your signs even prettier. I have ponies and unicorns, and fairies, and princesses, and hearts of course. And also I brought paste and glitter to make your name sparkle." Bob didn't like the heart he drew over his I. It looked like a kidney bean. So he took a large heart sticker and put it on top. He pounded it, so it would be sure to stick. Harriet turned when she heard the pounding. "Oh, look, Girls, what Tiffany did. Isn't she a clever girl!" The boys started to laugh at Bob and he tried to peel the sticker off but couldn't. Seven-year old Aaron was already putting paste over the letters SARAH. He didn't have an I to dot with a heart, so he thought glitter would make it look nice.

Harriet complimented all her students on their handiwork and collected the markers as they hung their new names on their necks. Marcus reminded them, "Now, remember what Harriet told you. You won't use your old names any more. And you won't let anyone call you by those names. If someone slips, you remind them what your new name is, your real name. Now, Jared, come over here."

The chubby little ten-year old left his table and went to join Marcus, who was frowning.

Harriet looked at him, sweetly. "Melissa, did you forget your own name?"

"Oops, Sorry, Mizz Harriet. Mr. Marcus, Sir, you ain't supposed to call me Jared no more. My name is, uhh..." He checked his sign. "...Oh, yeah, Melissa."

"That was very good, Melissa. You can go back to your sisters. Now, Girls, for a few days your teachers are going to try to trick you by using your old names, so you be ready to correct them. Now, follow me, Girls. "

As they walked away from the pavilion, Bob looked at the back of his sign. He liked the name Bob. It was way better than silly Tiffany. But that old name was completely obliterated now. He tried to find the letters B O B but couldn't even see where they had been. That part of his identity had been stolen. "Psst, Mike, you won't forget I'm really Bob, will you?"

"Of course not. When no one is listening we'll call each other by our real names, right?"

"Right," said Pablo who was walking behind them. They put their fists together and whispered "The Three Musketeers."

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Marcus led the group to the middle of an empty field. "Now, Girls, even with those pretty name signs, it's still going to be hard for people to remember your new names when you're all wearing those old clothes."

"But these are new clothes, Mr. Marcus," called out Dominic, the boy with the "Evelyn" name sign. "My Mom bought them special before we came." Sure enough, the boy was wearing spanking new blue jeans, new sneakers and a new t.

"Oh, that's too bad, Evelyn. Your parents were expressly told about your clothes. What a waste of good money. Oh well, can't be helped. Evelyn, take off all your clothes like a good girl." Dominic's jaw dropped, but he knew not to hesitate. He undid his belt (also new) and dropped trou. "That's it, put your sneakers right over here with your denims on top. Good girl. Oh, do you have anything in your pockets, Evelyn?"

"Yeah," Dominick answered sheepishly, holding his brand new jeans in his hand. Marcus looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. "My knife," the boy whispered and took out the beautiful swiss army knife his grandfather gave him before he died.

"Evelyn, my Dear. Little girls don't play with knives. I'll take that. Now, Evelyn, go ahead and put those pants on top of your sneakers. That's it, Girl. Now your t shirt. That's right, Evelyn. Your underwear also." Dominick removed his camouflage-print boxers. The sun was hot, but the kid was shivering standing there in his birthday suit. "That's the way, Sweetie. Just leave your name sign on."

A large muscular brown skinned man joined the group. "Girls, say hello to Mr. Alejandro. He's going to be another one of your teachers." Alejandro was carrying a gas can. "OK, Tiffany, now it's your turn." Nobody moved for a full minute.

Suddenly, Jared nudged Bob's arm. "That's you, dickhead." Bob woke up and realized he had indeed been summoned. He walked up to Marcus.

"Tiffany, do you have anything in your pockets?"

"Just my baseball cards, Mr. Marcus."

Alejandro and Marcus started laughing. "You hear that, Alejandro? Tiffany has baseball cards. Isn't that silly?" Alejandro nodded. "Tiffany, my dear, do the little girls you know care anything about baseball?" Bob shook his head. The girls in his class couldn't care less what the starting lineup was for the Pirates last year, or what rookie was batting 250. "No, Tiffany, of course not. Leave those cards in your pocket and take off those old clothes. Pile them all on top of Evelyn's clothes, like a good girl." Bob took off his sneakers, t shirt, and reluctantly let down his old jeans. When Alejandro saw the Spongebob undies, he started laughing again and shaking his head. Bob put them on top of the heap and stood naked beside Dominick.

One by one, Marcus called each lad up to strip off all his boy clothes. Alejandro observed each new ass as it came into the light with keen interest. He kept rubbing his crotch.

"OK, Joshua, it's your turn." Josh heard his name but didn't move. "You shouldn't call me that. My name is Emma." Excellent, Emma, you're a very smart little girl. I couldn't trick you, could I!" Joshua was somehow proud of himself for refusing his acknowledge the name on his birth certificate. He too had baseball cards. When he got out of his Hanes, everyone could see his cut tool. What would the mohel who officiated at his bris think of the boy who now was going by the name Emma? What would Rabbi Feinstein think? His bar mitzvah was less than a year away. He didn't know his parents never intended to have him bar mitzvahed. When their new daughter was ready, she'll have a bat mitzvah.

Over half the boys were now stark naked. "OK, Samantha, your turn. Do you have anything in your pockets, little Girl?" Joe shook his head no, but Marcus knew the kid was lying. "Come on, let me see it, little Girl." The eight-year old still had all his clothes on yet he was beet red. He didn't want the other guys to see what he was carrying. Marcus stood there with his open hand extended. "Sa-man-tha." He carefully accented each syllable. Slowly, Joe reached deep into his shorts and pulled it out. A pale blue plastic horse with large round eyes and a long violet mane. "Why, it's a My Little Pony! Look at that, Alejandro. Samantha brought along her My Little Pony." Joe always felt comforted by this little toy, the toy he dared not show the guys back home. The pony was his security blanket. Whenever he felt like life couldn't get any worse, like right now, he would pick it up and pet it and somehow it made him feel better. "Samantha, Sweetie, show all your sisters. That's the way. Now take the other thing out of your pocket so you don't lose it." Joe looked at Marcus with question marks on his brow. "Come on, now, Samantha. we both know you have it in there. You never take your Little Pony anywhere without it, do you." Joe shamefully reached back in his pocket, took out the little pink hairbrush, and without thinking brushed the pony's locks. "There now, Samantha, no one is going to take your pretty little doll. You hold on to her real tight, and hold the brush too." The other boys looked at the toy. On the one hand, they were angry that this kid had let them all down, had betrayed some secret male pact by playing with a doll. On the other hand, they were jealous that Joe got to keep something he brought.

"Now, Samantha, take off your clothes, Darling, and put them on the pile. There now, aren't you glad you didn't leave her in your pocket? You get to keep your little friend." Alejandro smiled when another young butt came into view. Joe, now naked, held his pony and nervously brushed her hair. Funny he always called it Lightning and thought it was a male horse, but maybe Marcus was right. Perhaps it is a filly.

All the other boys were separated from their prized possessions. Unlike My Little Pony, rabbit's feet and lucky pennies were considered too ambiguous to be proper girls playthings. And as for the baseball cards, they had to go. Bob watched as all the clothes got added to the heap. He kept thinking about the fun they were going to have when they all got their baseball cards back. Then they could play War. He was always lucky playing War.

Finally, three teenagers were the only boys still dressed. "Brianna, you look like a silly dyke in that leather jacket. Take it off." Harvey reluctantly tossed his prize jacket on the pile. His dad had tried to warn him not to wear it. But he was afraid if he left it home, he'd never see it again. The jacket made Harvey feel macho, even though the large tool in his pants should have been sufficient for that. But the way his Dad's friends treated him, he needed all the reassurance he could get.

"OK, Mia, Brianna, Juanita, empty your pockets." These lads all had combs and wallets. Pablo (Juanita) had a pack of ciggies. Hunter (Mia) had a pair of dice. And Harvey (Brianna) had a key chain in one hip pocket and a do rag in the other. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Juanita, don't you know that smoking is bad for your health? Even worse, no man wants to kiss a girl who smokes, it's like licking an ash tray." Marcus threw the pack on the pile. "And dice, Mia? Girls don't play craps, they sit and watch and bring good luck to their menfolk. Now, Brianna, that's a real man's key chain you got there. Good heavy links. Why don't you be a nice little girl and give it to Alejandro. Unlike you, he's a real man and I think he could use a new key chain." Harvey handed the strong masculine chain over to his new teacher. "And as for the do rag, well, Brianna, you tell me."

"Girls don't wear do rags, Mr. Marcus."

"Of course not. So throw it on the pile. Now all three of you show me your combs. Yes, I was afraid of that. They're all small and black. They're boys' combs. Later, you'll each get a proper pink comb with matching brush and mirror. And Mizz Isabella, you haven't met her yet, will teach you how to manage your hair. So throw them all on the pile, Girls." Harvey ran the comb though his hair one last time before tossing it.

"Now, Mia, give me your wallet. Thank you, Girl. Seventeen dollars. Alejandro will hold that for you and give it back when you get your purse, Honey. And let's see, what else is in it. Oh, here's an ID card. Mia, this isn't even your wallet. It belongs to a guy named Hunter. Alejandro, you can keep the money. We'll probably never find out who it really belongs to." Marcus threw the wallet, minus the money, on the pile.

"Brianna, I see your wallet has a picture in it. Who is this pretty girl?"

"My girl friend Annie, Mr. Marcus."

"Oh? Is Annie a lesbian, Brianna?

"No sir. She's definitely no lesbian, Sir." Harvey remembered two nights ago when he was in Annie's bed. She made him feel so macho.

"Well, if she's not a lesbian I don't understand why she would want to be your girl friend, Brianna. Her picture should be in a man's wallet, don't you agree? The next time she sees you, she'll know you're never going to be man enough for her, Brianna." He tossed the wallet with Annie's picture on to the pile.

"OK, Pablo."

"My name is Juanita," Pablo sneered. Then he turned to Bob and Mike and mouthed "Pablo." The other two musketeers nodded.

"Yes, that certainly is your name. Then, why, Juanita, why is there a condom in your wallet? Don't you know the boy should bring the condom if he wants one?" Pablo thought that was exactly why he had it there. "Not the girl. And if he prefers bare back, then so be it. The girl can't make him wear a rubber if he doesn't want to. Alejandro, do you have a condom in your wallet?"

"No, Marcus. I always fuck bareback."

"You see, Juanita? Now you remember that." The wallet with the condom went on the pile. "Now, quickly, all three of you girls, add all your clothes to the others before I count to ten. One. Two..." The three boys raced to get out of their clothes, not knowing what the consequence was going to be. "...Nine. Ten. That's wonderful. Look around at your sisters, Girls. Now they aren't in their boy clothes any more. They're not trying to fool anyone any more."

They looked around. Alejandro looked around also and gave his crotch another adjustment. Sixteen naked boys. Sixteen naked dicks exposed to the world. Sixteen new feminine names dangling from their necks. And now all the worldly possessions they brought with them piled in a large heap, all except for one precious little pony. What was going to happen next, they wondered.

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.