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An E-mail Exchange [S] Original author: strassenbahn (ochiltreeth@yahoo.com)

College Freshman Jimmy Jenkins sends an e-mail to his mother about his newly-discovered desire to be castrated.

An E-mail Exchange

[Jimmy Jenkins, college freshman, to his mother:]

Dear Mom,

I can't believe that I've gotten up the courage to write this to you, but since you have always be understanding, and are really my best friend, here goes. I want to be castrated!

I hope you haven't fainted, Mom. But I've gotten it off my chest. I know this has been a shock for you, but it doesn't change the simple fact: I want to be castrated!

The truth is that I have always looked with distaste on my male equipment (I won't, can't say "jewels"; "junk" would be a better word in my mind.)

Furthermore, I have always regarded my testosterone surges and erections as annoying distractions that come at the most inappropriate times..

Well, I have made a good friend here at Lowell House, Pete McCue. He and I were talking about one thing and another, and gradually the conversation drifted into the question of masculinity. We found ourselves both agreeing on what a crock masculinity really was, with its insatiable drives and aggressions, and all to no point, since one contribution by one man to a sperm bank takes care of reproduction for generations to come; and human cloning will soon make men completely superfluous to reproduction of the human species, since it will be possible for women to be cloned in an all female world.

Sure, we talked of such future possibilities, and agreed how desirable for the human race an all-female world would be. Our shared regret was that we weren't women. But then we got down to brass tacks, as I told Pete how I'd always been ashamed of my erections as a demonstration of the masculinity I've never desired. (I've always wanted to be a girl.)

I noted that testosterone surges and erections were a real distraction in my life from studying and many other things. "Why should I be a slave to this stupid thing between my legs I didn't ask for and don't want?" I asked.

Pete replied simply, "there's a way out." He unfastened his pants and showed off a totally limp penis with not a trace of testicles! He gave his penis a contemptuous flick with his thumb and forefinger. "Dead as a doornail," he said. He added that he was thinking of having the penis itself removed as a next step.

From that moment on, I knew what I wanted. I was helped by the fact that Pete gave me the address of a wonderful reddit sub you may want to visit to better understand where I'm coming from: momdom_castration. Going to that site, I found myself in the middle of a supportive family (that's the only word for it) of boys who wish they could eliminate their genitals, and women who understand this urge.

Pete also introduced me to other eunuchs (they use the word without shame) here at Harvard. I was surprised how many of them there were. They were all totally supportive of my exploration of the subject, without putting any kind of pressure on me to follow their example

But Mom, I really know this is what I want in life. Please help me, because I don't know how to approach Dad about this. I know Dad really loves me, but he's always been sort of masculine-distant. Keep a stiff upper lip, etc.

I hope this hasn't been to much of a shock to you. But I would be dishonest to my tradition of confiding my deepest feelings to you if I didn't repeat, I want to be castrated!

Love, Jimmy.

[Laura Jenkins to her son Jimmy:]

Dear Jimmy,

Far from shocking me, your e-mail has made me the happiest mother in the world! Just as at Harvard there is (it appears from your letter) an "underground" of boys who want to be castrated or have been castrated, so there's an underground among us women who are willing to discuss the subject of VMGE, as we say for short (voluntary male genital eliminationa). Hardly a meeting of my bridge club takes place without one of the ladies saying, "the answer to the problems in that marriage is one word: castration!" We discuss ways to broach the subject to husbands and sons, all in the spirit of being confident that the testosterone-free life is a happier life for a male, and that many are even happier having their penises amputated as well (penectomy is the term, I believe. You may want to consider it.) Darling, I'm so happy for you! As for your father, I contacted him in LA where he's at that conference, and he sent the attachment to this message that you see. A Eunuch for a son! I'm so happy I could cry! One final thing: do consider a penectomy as well as castration. Why do things half way?

Lot's of love, Mom

[Jimmy Jenkins to his Mom]

Dear Mom,

I know I told you earlier how grateful I am for your understanding and supportive approach to my castration. Now, I just want to say "the deed is done". A visit to Dr. Judy McCue's Castration and Penectomy Clinic "fixed" me. Incidentally, that's even the name of the place on a plaque outside, which shows how mainstream voluntary male genital elimination is becoming. Anyway, I'm testicle-free and testosterone-free and happy as a clam!.

I'll be home in a couple of weeks for Thanksgiving, of course, Mom, I really look forward to letting you see how happy and relaxed castration has made me. And we also need to talk about the possible next step, namely penectomy. I know I want this.

Love, Jimmy

Letters to the advice columnist in a svedish magazine.

Dear Svea,

My Husband and I are wondering the proper etiquette for an upcoming event. We decided to give our son a surprise penectomy for his upcoming 18th birthday.

The problem is we don’t know the way to announce it. Do we send out announcements before the big event, even though it will be just him and a few close friends and family, or do we wait until after his penis is cut off for the announcement. Also, we’re not sure how to word the announcement.

Finally, would it be tacky to put the announcement in the local paper?

Signed, A Perplexed Mother.

Dear Perplexed,

Oh, my! What a lucky young man! You must be very proud parents.

You do not announce the event before, unless you are sending out invitations.

If you send an invitation, it would read:

Mr. & Mrs. John Doe request your presence at the penectomy of their son, Jack Doe, at (time) on (Day & Date) at (Location).

Please RSVP to Mr. & Mrs. Doe by (Date).

What you need to send is an announcement, after the big event. You send it to everyone who knows him or you. And yes, you should put it in the papers.

The announcement should read as follows:

Mr. & Mrs. John Doe wish to announce the Penectomy of their son, Jack Doe.

The penectomy took place on (insert date and time) at (location).

Guests present were (Names)

A nice touch would be to publish an after photo of your son. I would recommend a head-to-toe photo of him seated in thights, slightly reclined with his legs spread a bit, to show-off his new flat line. Of course he will be smiling a big smile to show how happy he is to have had this done. Congratulations and Best of luck to you,

Svea

original author: celtic_male (celtic_male@hotmail.com)

“Mike,” Joanne Adams called.  “Get that dog on the leash and come on.  It’s 4:30. Sparky’s due at the vet’s in half an hour.”  Sparky was the brown-and-white mongrel dog that had shown up at their place a few weeks ago, clearly past the puppy stage but still a young dog.  Eighteen-year-old Mike and his younger sister Lora had fallen in love with him and after a few half-hearted attempts to locate an owner, the family decided to keep him.   They had lost their last dog, a collie-shepherd mix, to old age a few months ago, and though Sparky was definitely different in appearance—some strange combination like a husky-fox terrier mix—he was friendly and lovable.

An appointment had been made with Dr. Jennifer Anderson, a family friend who had been their vet for years, to get Sparky his shots and to have him neutered.  Jennifer Anderson was a small, affable, woman with a warm grin.  Four feet, two inches tall, she was friendly and outgoing, and incredibly gentle with animals.  She inspired trust in all her clients—and her patients too.

The waiting room was empty when Joanne and Mike arrived, and shortly after a woman came out with her cat in a pet carrier, Dr. Anderson ushered Joanne and Mike in to a room, simultaneously telling her receptionist that her last customers were friends, and that since she’d already stayed past her quitting time, she could leave if she wanted. 

“You can stay and watch if you want to,“  Dr. Anderson said. “I’m going to give Sparky an anesthetic, but he’ll probably be more comfortable if you’re with him till it puts him out.”

A few minutes was all it took for the anesthetic to take effect.   During that time, Mike stood by Sparky’s head, rubbing him behind his ears and talking to him.  When Sparky had gone to sleep, the vet made an incision in the scrotum at the front of each testicle and slid it out, severing the cord that held it in place and tying the cord off.  A few stitches and the job was done.  “We’ll put one of those lampshade collars around his neck so he can’t lick the stitches,” said Dr. Anderson.  “Just keep an eye on him.  Call me if there seems to be any trouble.  Otherwise, you can bring him back in a week to 10 days to have the stitches removed.”

The vet crossed to a sink on the opposite side of the room and washed her hands, then rubbed hand sanitizer into them.  As she did so, she turned and said to Joanne with a grin, “While you’re here, you want me to take care of Mike too?”   

Joanne looked down at Mike, who was sitting on the table next to her.  “Well,” she chuckled, “he has been gettin’ kinda rowdy lately…” 

“Mom!” Mike protested, embarrassed.

“But,” Joanne laughed, “a great big animal like him would cost way more than we could afford!”

Jennifer walked back over to the two and stood, resting one hand on Mike’s shoulder in a friendly manner.  “Not really,” she said.  “You folks have been good friends and good clients for years.  Tell you what…I’ll throw Mike in for free.”

Joanne laughed at what she assumed was the continuation of Jennifer’s joke, but her laughter faded, and astonishment registered on her face as she began to realize the seriousness of her friend’s proposal. Joanne was so taken aback by the concept that she found it difficult to string together a coherent response. “You’re serious…You mean you’d …Mike?…Here?  In your office?” she stammered.   “Now?   You’re a vet.  You can do that?”

“Sure,” replied Dr. Anderson.  “A little more to it than with a dog, but it’s not complicated.  Won’t take me long…If you don’t have to hurry home.”

“I …don’t know.  I never thought about …I mean… I didn’t know you could…I figured it’d just be Sparky when I made the appointment…,” stammered Joanne.   

“Lots of benefits,” said Jennifer.  “He’ll be calmer, less likely to get into trouble.  Less likely to stay out after curfew roaming around town.  Not so likely to be running after the young ladies.  Less worry about involvement with sex or getting into fights.  He’ll take direction better.  A real benefit at school.”

Joanne looked down at Sparky then over at Mike, then up at her friend.  “Why…those are the same reasons we brought the dog in. Well, not school, of course.”

A smile played around the corners of the vet’s lips.  “Pretty similar,” she said.

Joanne gazed at Mike for a few seconds.  “You said it’d be free?”  she asked, rubbing her chin, thoughtfully.

“It won’t cost you a penny,” the vet replied.

 “Mom I …” Mike began again, hesitantly, astonished at the turn the conversation had taken.

“Mike, hush!!  I’m trying to think here,” his mother said. “How much school would he have to miss?” 

“None at all.   Tomorrow’s Saturday.  He’d be kind of tender down there for a few days, and it’d probably be best if he sat out in P. E. for a while,” answered Dr. Anderson.  “But by Monday, school shouldn’t be a problem.  You haven’t started basketball practice yet, have you, Mike?”

“No, but...”

“No problem there then,” said Dr. Anderson.  “It’d be best if he didn’t do any heavy lifting for a couple weeks. But otherwise, he’d be fine”

“Well, it is quite a deal you’re offering here, isn’t it?” said Joanne, laughing nervously.  “Kind of like those ‘two for one’ or ‘buy one get one free’ deals at the supermarket.   How long’s this particular offer last?”

“Just today while you’re here,” the vet answered.  She laughed, “This particular offer expires when you leave.”

Joanne stood silent a minute, considering, then looked at his watch.  “Well, hell!”  she said.  “We don’t have to rush straight home.  An offer like this…We better take advantage of it while we can!”

 “Great!” said the vet.  “Let’s get started.   Get those jeans off, Mike, and drop your drawers.  I’ll explain what I’m going to do.” 

“But I don’t want…” began Mike.

“Damn it, Mike!  Just do what the nice lady says! I’m your mother, and I know what’s best for you!“ ordered his mom.  “She’s givin’ us a good deal here.  We’d have to pay a lot of money to get you castrated at your regular doctor’s office.”

“At least $ 2000,” inserted Jennifer Anderson. 

“You might not get an opportunity like this again,” finished Joanne.

“Not so sure it’s such a great opportunity,” Mike grumbled, but said no more when he saw the dark look form on his mom’s face.  Grudgingly, Mike undid his jeans and stepped out of them.  He pulled down his briefs to reveal a moderately sized penis and a pair of almost egg-sized testicles nestled in a bush of black pubic hair.  He flinched as he felt Dr. Anderson lightly cup his scrotum and lift it.

“Quite a set of balls you have there, young man!” the vet said.  She hefted them and grinned up at Mike’s mom.  “Good sized, aren’t they?”

“Yes, I guess they are,” observed Joanne.  “I never noticed before.  That going to be a problem?”

“Far from it,” said Dr. Anderson.  “I’d rather work on a good-sized set.  They’re easier to handle.

“Here’s what I’m going to do,” said the vet, walking over to a bench and preparing a syringe. “I’m going to give him a couple injections of anesthetic to numb him up.”   Mike winced as Anderson inserted the needle in his scrotum and pushed down the plunger.  “We’ll wait a few minutes for him to get numb.  Then I’ll make an incision up the middle of the scrotum, right here.”  She lightly traced a line with her forefinger, making Mike squirm slightly.  “Working on Mike will be a little different from working on a dog because a human’s testicles aren’t generally held so tight to the body.   After I make the incision, I’ll slip out one testicle at a time, tie off the cord with an absorbable suture, and then I’ll snip the cord.  I’ll run some stitches up the incision, and we’ll be done.

“By the way, there’s coffee in the back if you want a cup while I’m working,” offered the vet.  “There’s some cold champagne in the fridge too.”

““Champagne sounds perfect to celebrate this occasion,” said Joanne, 

She came back sipping from a crystal-clear glass while the vet stood waiting for the anesthetic to take effect.  “You make the procedure sound pretty simple,” said Joanne.

“It is, really,” answered the vet.  “Having the right equipment and good clean conditions helps.  But even an untrained person could do it with a little knowledge.  A lot of old farmers used to do their own farm animals, and I’ve heard some of them would work on a boy if they were asked.  Of course, some of that might be rumor, too.” 

“How about you?  Have you worked on other guys?” asked Mike’s mother.

“A few,” replied the vet.  “Most don’t want anyone to know, so I can’t tell you who.  Nobody ever talks about it, but it’s more common than you’d think.   The first guy I did was a farmer’s son outside of town.   They had me come out to castrate some bull calves, and when I got done, his mom asked me to cut him too.  I’ve done several since.”

“Damn!” said Joanne.  “I’d never have guessed.”

“Of course, one reason it’s so hush hush is that it isn’t legal for anybody but a regular physician to do it,” Dr. Anderson said.

“Then why do you do it?” Joanne asked.

“Well, most MD’s refuse to do it.  Vets see the advantages all the time, so we’re more open to it, I guess.   I think if you could get them to be honest, you’d find out that most female vets have done a guy or two.  I know the women I’ve done a favor been really appreciative, so that‘s rewarding.  But besides all that,” she smiled boyishly, “it’s fun.  I like nutting guys.”

 “Have you done any other young men Mike’s age?”

“Yes!  Two just last week in fact!  Their moms brought ‘em in.  Both really concerned about the results of teen sexual activity.  Like you, they brought in pets to be neutered.  Then they started working the conversation around to humans, and finally it began to be clear each was curious about the son.   

“Speaking of which,” she laid a friendly hand on Mike’s shoulder.  “There’s a young man ready to be nutted right here.  I think it’s time I got back to work.  Swing your legs up on the table, Mike, and lay back so I can remove those silly balls of yours.”

Mikes’ mother watched fascinated as the vet deftly extricated each of Mike’s balls from his bag and snipped it free.  She dropped them in a tray and then stitched up Mike’s scrotum.

“Well, young man,” she said, helping Mike to sit up and giving him a light but hearty affectionate slap on the back.   “You’re all set.  You and Sparky have officially been neutered.  No more worries about ball taps in the halls at school or an elbow in the nuts during basketball.  Do your best not to get those stitches wet.   Want to take a look at your balls?”   She held out the tray with the two pale orbs.  

Mike took the tray and examined its contents.  “So that’s what they look like,” he said.

“What do you do to do with ‘em afterwards?” asked Joanne, frankly curious.

“Well, that’s up to the customer,” Dr. Anderson answered. “You can take ‘em if you want.  Some mothers want to keep ‘em, like in preservative, and take a look at ‘em now and then.    I can give you a jar of that if you want.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding!”, Joanne asked in amazement. 

“Well, that’s what I’ve been asked for. If you don’t want ‘em, I’ll just put ‘em in the garbage. “

Mike spoke up.  “No, I’ll take ‘em and the jar of stuff to keep ‘em in.”

“Keep an eye on the stitches –both Mike’s and Sparky’s,” Dr. Anderson said to Joanne.  ”Bring Mike back in a couple days so I can check them.  I’ll take ‘em out when he’s healed up. I don’t have a lampshade collar big enough for Mike, but try to keep him from licking the stitches.”  She tried to maintain a straight face and failed.

As they drove out of the parking lot, Joanne exclaimed, “What a deal!  I take the dog in to be fixed, and get you neutered too!  For free!”

“I kind of liked having balls,” Mike responded wistfully.

“Oh hell, Mike,” Joanne replied.  “Six weeks time, and you won’t even miss them.”  She reached over and tousled Mike’s hair affectionately.  “What do you say we stop and pick up a pizza on the way home?”

 

Original author: Craig

My heart was pounding as I stepped into the body-piercing studio. I had never gone into such a place before and was not sure what to expect. A young lady came up to me and introduced herself as Lori. She asked what I was interested in.

“Can you tell me about genital piercings?” I asked.
Lori described the many such piercings that were available. I asked some questions and then asked if it was very painful having your genitals pierced.

“Well, that depends on your own pain tolerance and what you have done," she said. "I have one in my left inner lip, and one in my clit. My lip was okay; however, you don’t know what pain is until you have your clit pierced!”
“I am not fortunate enough to have a clit, however I can imagine it would hurt like hell,” I replied.
“Gee, I have never heard a guy say he was not fortunate enough to have a clit,” she said.

At this point I decided to proceed with the question I had been dying to ask.
“Lori, as opposed to having my genitals pierced would you know of a woman or someone able and willing to remove my genitals?”

Lori wasn’t as shocked by the question as I thought she would be. She inquired as to whether I was looking for a simple castration such as removing only my testicles or having everything removed. I replied that I wanted everything removed. Lori then told me that her partner ran a doctor’s office and had castrated two men in the past. Both had voluntary wanted their testicles removed. However, she had never performed an entire nullification as Lori knows. Lori called Lisa in and explained to her what I wanted.

“Why would you want to have this done?” Lisa asked.

“Well, I have never liked my genitals. I think they are very unattractive and I hate the feeling of them flapping between my legs. I always wear panties and I hate the bulge they make at the front of them."

Lori asked me about my sex life. I replied that I was 100% heterosexual. Although all my friends were women, I never had a girl-friend, as I still live at home with my mom even being 23 years old.
I was so envious of the “smoothness” they had at the front of their panties and bathing suits. I wanted the same. As well, my favorite sex act was eating pussy. I could do that all day. I didn’t need male genitals for that and had never used them for anything else than peeing.

Lori asked why I didn’t undergo a sex change.

“I don’t hate being male," I replied. "I do love some feminine things such as panties. However, I would be happy having my body as long as I had no male genitals.”

“Wouldn’t you miss being able to pee standing up?” Lori asked.

 “Not at all," I replied. "I always pee sitting or if I am outside hiking with my mom I’m squatting like her. I have no need of a penis for that.”

Loria told me she and Lisa would discuss it that night and I was to call tomorrow to see if they would do it. It was a long night as I lay in bed wondering if my dream would come true. When the studio opened, I called and Lori answered.

“Kurt, Lisa and I have talked about it. If you are really serious, she will do it for you. You can call her for all the details, I’ll text you the number of her office.”

5 Minutes later I was speaking with Dr. Lisa. She explained how she would carry out the procedure, from start to finish. My heart was pounding. I was ecstatic. I asked about the charge for it and Lisa mentioned the price. She also asked if I wanted my urethra rerouted so that I could pee easily while sitting down. I of course said yes.
We booked a date and then asked if my mother could accompany me.

After the call I went downstairs to find my mom in the living room. My mother and I had already been on our own for more than fifteen years when my father left her for someone else. We shared everything with each other. She and I dressed around each other and were very comfortable being nude together. Neither she nor I had any qualms about sitting on the toilet and peeing in front of each other. She had let me shave her pussy when I told her that I had always fantasized about shaving a pussy.

With all that we were still mother and son not lovers. We had never had intercourse. I was attracted to her however i worried that it would destroy our relationship. On the other hand Mom had encouraged me for years in fulfilling my fantasy, maybe because it can’t be sex, if you have no dick. When I told her about Dr. Lisa, she was excited but cautious. She wanted to be sure that it would be done correctly and safely. I explained how Dr. Lisa had explained it to me and that I felt comfortable with it. I asked mom if she would be with me during the operation and she said “of course.”

The day finally came. Mom drove me to Dr. Lisa’s office. She had booked the entire following week off work to be with me while I recovered. She then told me an idea she had.

“Kurt, I am so excited for you. I know this is what you want. However, I am concerned that you may miss having genitals at times. So, I was thinking that we could share mine. My pussy will also be yours. If you get horny and want to masturbate you can use mine for it. You will keep it shaved, and I’ll let you eat it. When I pee, you can wipe it. You’ll never have to ask about touching it as it will also be yours. What do you think?”

I was so overwhelmed. What a wonderful mother I had! I had tears in my eyes when kissed her and told her that would be wonderful.

We got to Dr. Lisa’s office and were admitted. A nurse showed me the operating area. Dr. Lisa came in and asked if I had removed all my pubic hair. I had, so no prep was needed. Dr. Lisa then told everybody to get ready.

I lay on the table at Dr. Lisa’s request and she got to work. She manipulated my penis with her hand until I was hard.  “Well, here is your last erection,” she said it with a casualness only medical professionals seem capable of.

She then inserted a catheter into me. With that she gave me a local anesthetic and asked if I was ready. I called mom over and asked her to stand beside me. I wanted to hold her hand as I was castrated. Lisa then began by slicing into my scrotum. She cut all around it until it fell off. My testicles now lay on the table trailing their cords. Dr. Lisa snipped each cord and dropped the balls into a bowl. She then asked if I was sure about losing my cock. I of course said yes. I gripped Mom’s hand tight as Dr. Lisa sliced into the base of my penis. I watched eagerly as she cut around it and then slid it off the catheter.

My Mother smiled at me and said, “Finaly, you are smooth like me!”

I felt like a hundred-pound weight was off my chest. Dr. Lisa then cut a hole near my anus, which would become my new urethral opening. She was stitching for a period of time, bandaged me up, and then mom brought us home.

Six days after the operation we returned to Dr. Lisa’s and she removed the bandages. We just stared at my groin. It was reddish, and smooth with a little hole near my anus to pee out of. I was so thrilled.

Within a period of time things settled back to normal. Both mom and I were excited the first time I pulled on my panties and we saw the smoothness at the front. The first time I peed we both went into the bathroom. Mom cheered as I sat on the toilet and had no need to push a penis between my legs.

“You need to wipe like me now,” she said with a smile.

To further celebrate we went out and bought me a woman’s bathing suit. Now that I had no ridiculous genitals hanging between my legs I could finally wear, too.

Shortly after that we were at our apartment on mom’s bed watching a movie together. Even without genitals I was getting horny during a scene where the main actors were heavily making out. Mom could see this and said, “remember what we are sharing,” and opened her legs. I moved my hand to under her dress and started to masturbated her. It truly seemed like it was our pussy as I did this. Since then, Mom was always allowing me access to “our pussy”. I wiped it when she peed, kept it shaved, helped her with her period, etc. In no way did I miss my genitals, my castration has brought us even closer.

original author: celtic_male (celtic_male@hotmail.com)

Jeff trotted down the stairs to find his Aunt Jane and his mom sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and smoking a morning cigarette. 

“Here comes the birthday boy!” his mom greeted him.  “We thought maybe you’d decided to sleep all day!”

It wasn’t actually Jeff’s birthday.  Technically, it was his half-birthday, but he was born on December 27, and his family had decided to celebrate on his half-birthday so Christmas wouldn’t detract from his birthday’s importance.   Though there’d be 18 candles on his cake, he was actually 18 ½.

Jeff opened the card his aunt handed him.  Besides the usual goofy corny joke his aunt’s cards always contained, there was a slip of paper.   Jeff’s first assumption was that it was a birthday present in the form of a check.  But as he turned it over, he realized that wasn’t right.  It appeared to be a brightly colored coupon, with scroll work surrounding a circle containing in large bold letters the word “FREE!” 

He looked up to see his aunt grinning broadly, “Go ahead,” she said.  “Read it.”

Looking closely above and below the large “FREE,” he read, “This coupon entitles the bearer to one free personal castration.”

Jeff looked up.  “What’s this?”

“That’s your birthday present,” his aunt said.

“You mean castration like -- getting my nuts removed?” Jeff asked, confused.  His aunt teased sometimes, but she didn’t act like she was teasing now.

“Yeah, isn’t it great?” his aunt replied.  “I was talking to this woman down at the coffee shop a couple days ago.  Turned out she‘s a doctor.  I kinda complained that it seems like for every little sniffle anymore, they want to send you off to a specialist.  She said there are still simple operations they can do right in the doctor’s office.   Like ingrown toenails, warts, that kinda stuff.  I brought up some other stuff, and she said even a castration could be done right in a doctor’s office.  I told him my nephew had a birthday comin’ up and how that’d be kind of a special birthday present.  She said to bring you on in, and She’d do it for free ‘cause it was your birthday.  Such a nice lady!”

“But why would I want to lose my balls?” Jeff asked, bewildered.

“Hey, why not?” countered his aunt.  “Hell, no balls, no worryin’ about gettin’ pounded in the crotch during basketball or soccer.  No worryin’ about getting’ a girl pregnant.”

“Great opportunity, Jeff,” his mom spoke up.  “I talked to the doctor yesterday.  She’ll getcha in there, numb you up a little ‘n’ go to work.  An hour later, you’ll be all castrated, sewed up, ‘n’   on your way home.  Great birthday present!”

Jeff shook his head, trying to clear it, and make sense of a totally unexpected situation.  “But I…”

“Whoa, look at the time!”  his mom exclaimed.  “Almost time for your appointment.  We better hurry if we’re going to get there on time.  We don’t want to keep the doc waiting.”

His mom and his Aunt Jane hustled Jeff out the door, and they were off.  The doctor’s office was only four blocks away, so they were there in no time at all.  The driveway led around the building to a lot in the rear, where Jeff’s mother parked the car.

The doctor, a round-faced, cheerful, kindly-looking woman met them at the door.  “Hello there, I’ve already met Jane and your Pauline,” she nodded at Jeff’s mom, “so this must be the birthday boy.  Hello, Jeff!  I’m Dr. Adams.  Come right in.  I don’t ordinarily see patients on Wednesdays, so there’s no waiting today.  I must say,“ dhe added, turning to Jeff as she ushered them in, “it was so very thoughtful of your aunt to think of this as a birthday present.  You’re very fortunate. “

“Well, I never…” Jeff started to reply, only to be interrupted by Dr. Adams, who said, “If you’ll just follow me, we’ll head right into the examination room.” 

He led them into an interior room with something like a bench with stirrups on it.  “This is generally used for gynecological exams—examining women’s privates—but it should do nicely for our purposes.

“Now, if you’ll be so kind as to remove both your jeans and your briefs, then hop up on the table here,” she spoke to Jeff,  “and put your feet in these stirrups.”

Jeff looked at his mom, who smiled encouragingly.  “Shuck ‘em, son, ‘n’ climb on up there,” she said. “The nice doctor can’t remove your balls if you got your pants on.”

Jeff slowly removed his jeans and climbed up on the table.  He placed each foot in a stirrup, and exhibited obvious alarm when the doctor began to strap them in place. “Nothing to worry about,” said Dr. Adams.  “This is just to make sure you don’t move suddenly and make me cut something we don’t want cut.”  She repeated the procedure with Jeff’s wrists.   The stirrups and wrist restraints kept Jeff’s legs spread wide apart, and his arms down by his sides.

When Jeff was satisfactorily restrained, Dr. Adams produced a syringe.  “I’m going to inject some lidocaine to numb you up,” she said, as Jeff was eyeing the needle nervously.  “There’ll be a poke and then some discomfort as the lidocaine is injected.  But that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”

“Now just lie back and relax,” she said, “It won’t take long for that lidocaine to take effect, and then we’ll get to work.”

Dr. Adams was right. In just a few minutes, Jeff could hardly detect the doctor touching his scrotum, and Dr. Adams pronounced him ready.  Jeff felt some tugging and pulling as the doctor went about her business, but very little actual discomfort.  In fact, he’d had more when he’d had some cavities filled.  He was surprised when the doctor released his legs and then his arms.   

“All done, young man,” Dr. Adams said.  “You are the lucky recipient of one completed birthday castration.  I’ve removed your testicles so you’ll never have concerns about those things again.  I’ve put some stitches in your scrotum.  Try not to get them wet.  Avoid tight underpants for now.  If the stitches begin to look red and inflamed, come see me immediately.  If they look fine, give me a call in about ten days, and we’ll see about taking them out.  There’ll be some aching down there for a few days once the lidocaine wears off.   Tylenol should take care of that.  Also, here’s a prescription for a very low-level testosterone supplement.  You’ll want to take that to maintain muscle tone.  Just take one pill daily, and you should be fine.  Otherwise, once you’re dressed, you’re all set to go.

“Happy birthday!” she added.

As they walked down the sidewalk toward the car, Aunt Jane and his mother exchanged smiles of contentment, while Jeff was still confused about what had just happened. They all got into the car and headed home. Once inside the house, Jeff slipped into his bedroom to catch some rest, but his mother and Aunt Jane followed him there, eager to see the results.

 “Drop your jeans and let’s have a look. “, his aunt commanded.

Jeff sighed, undid his belt and lowered his jeans so that his mother and his aunt could examine the results of the doctor’s efforts.  Both bent over to take a closer look.

“Looks to me like he did a nice job,“ said Jeff’s mom.  “Neat work.  Did a good job of stitching him up.”

“Yup.  I’d say so,” said Aunt Jane.   “Careful, even stitches and one empty ball sack.  I’d say we got a new eunuch here who doesn’t need the prescription!”

His mother reached out and ruffled Jeff’s hair.   “Yup, definitely neutered.  No more balls for you.  The present, I got you, isn’t gonna even come close to this one.”

 

original Author: Unknown

The night before he is castrated, his sister helps with the last chance to masturbate

The heavy wooden door of the clinic swung open. I was about to come face to face with Nurse Andersen, one of the best known of the local circumcision practitioners, and the subject of many a darkly whispered rumor among the schoolboys and girls of our neighborhood. Of course, talking like this was strictly forbidden - we would no more discuss Nurse Andersen's dread occupation than we would farting or getting horny or cheating at examinations - not in front of adults, anyway. But we all knew what she did, and though no-one ever admitted it, we all walked in secret terror of her knife. We called her 'The Witch', as if she could remove our genitals at a distance, by simply looking at us or by muttering some satanic charm.

Once I found her standing right behind me in the queue at the checkout of the local supermarket. I couldn't get out of there fast enough! I just plunked down my money and somehow managed to walk almost normally to the doorway, where my nerve broke completely and I fled in pure white-faced panic. I don't know what I thought she would do to me. My mom had given me no reason to think she intended to geld me any time before I reached 21, and looked at rationally, Nurse Andersen was hardly likely to simply "do me" without being asked - apart from anything else, you had to make an appointment and her fees were high. No, I was just being childishly stupid. But like all the other boys, I was terrified of her, and no-one laughed at me for running away; any of us would have done the same. I hardly slept that night. Every time I'd drop off I'd wake with nightmare visions of ... visions of I'm not sure what. It always involved knives and burning irons and me holding myself still like a hypnotized rabbit while she fixed me with her eyes and did ... whatever it was she did. But I simply didn't know what she did to boys like me behind that heavy wooden door, and it was all the more terrifying because of it. I think that was when I started masturbating, as if it would make the terror go away. I learned not to think about it so much after that, and the other boys too, I think.

Of course, I more-or-less knew she'd castrate me one day - I knew the name for it now - but that was a long way away, sometime off in the far future, and overlaid by all the day-to-day drama of boyhood: school sports, exams, summer at the beach, arguments with my stupid little sister, getting up in the dark to deliver newspapers, high school, more summers, discovering girls (or looking at them differently anyway), winning a prize for mathematics, smoking a secret cigarette, college. I was all of a sudden 20, going on 21, with a month, a week, and then just one more day to go.

When I got home, Mum had a big roast dinner cooked for my Last Night, and a birthday cake, and then I was allowed to go to my room early, with a pair of my sister's panties to masturbate into, and little presents from each of the family to help make the night a success. Mum gave me a book of soft-porn stories, kind of mushy and romantic but beautifully bound in hand-tooled leather and probably quite expensive. Poor old Mum, she tries so hard to do things right for us, but it was really rather tame stuff. My Dad (Mum's divorced, but he keeps in contact) sent a small, sealed package from South-East Asia, where he's working right now. And my sister said she didn't have her present yet (the panties didn't count) but she'd drop it in a little later. Mum looked scandalized at this. I could see that Kylie (that's my sister, Kylie) was going to really catch it later - Mum was furious. And then she realized exactly what Kylie had said - the bit about dropping it in later.

"That's way out of line, Kylie" she said, "he's entitled to have the whole night undisturbed, especially by you. Now you just get up and get that present (and it had better be a good one!) and bring it down here right now! And if I so much as hear that you've ..." "It's OK Mum" I interjected, "I don't mind, really I don't. I've already got Kylie's panties, still warm from - " Wow! What was I saying? "Her pussy, James. Touching her pussy." I couldn't believe my mother was talking like this! "You needn't worry about Kylie coming anywhere near your room tonight - I'll see to that. You should have been entitled to a present from every member of the family, and you are certainly entitled to be left alone in privacy - to masturbate. Kylie has treated you very badly tonight - but you're right to treasure her panties. She's got a sweet little organ, so breathe in that scent and think about her damp little pussy tonight." (Wow! Mum talking like this?!)

"It's OK Mum, really. Kylie can just knock on my door." I held up Mum's leather-bound romances. "I'll be reading these." I surprise myself sometimes - this was rather clever of me. It left Mum feeling good and it got Kylie out of trouble - us have got to stick together.

As I left to go to my room, I could see Mum was thinking I'd be schmaltzing around wasting my one and only last night with those tame old stories of hers and jacking off into Kylie's panties. Anyway, I actually figured that there might be something pretty special in that small, heavy package from my Dad. As for Kylie, well she was all right as far as sisters go, but hardly the stuff of sexual fantasy. And whatever it was she was supposed to give me, I didn't think I'd miss it much. Still, the panties looked nice. I'd always thought of Kylie as a skinny flat-chested person, but Mum was right. I sniffed them and there was a definite tang of ... something exotic. I unfolded them and found the silky crotch and sniffed that. Stronger now, and, to my surprise, very sexy. Just hours ago this black cloth had been touching my sister's - what was it mum had called it? A "sweet little organ". Already my hand was rubbing my cock. In a few moments I had my pants off and was avidly masturbating. Engrossed in the faint-yet-pungent fragrance and thoughts of Kylie's "damp little pussy" (what did it look like? Did she shave?), I drew back and looked at the crotch again, but if there were any telltale pussy stains there the black fabric was keeping Kylie's secrets.

"You won't see much. They were just for Mummy."

Oh my God! It was Kylie. I'd clean forgotten to lock the door! "Don't stop because of me. These are for you." She said, sitting down on the edge of my bed with her skirt riding up above her thighs and starting to pull her knickers down. She had to lift herself half off the bed again to get them off and gave me a magnificent view of her upper thighs and bottom. She seemed totally unfazed by the fact that I was naked from the waist down and had been masturbating when she came in.

"Did I smell good?" she asked, glancing at the black panties in my hand and slipping a pale baby-blue cotton pair off over her long, thin legs. "These should be stronger." She had a patch of black hair at the junction of her thighs, which was soon hidden as she lifted her knees to reach down to her feet. She paused her to look me in the eye and smile at me, confident of herself but perhaps a little nervous, before she bent to pull her right foot out of the leg hole of the pale blue panties, completely exposing herself to me again in the process. With her leg skewed like that I couldn't miss seeing that she had a dusting of short, wavy black hairs all the way down between her thighs, with her pale pink pussy-lips pouting through, moist and wrinkly.

Without releasing it, I was rubbing my cock again, and I couldn't take my eyes off her crotch. It must have been all over in seconds but like a freeze-frame movie there were successive moments that seemed to last forever; her thigh crooked, a pause while she fiddled with her panties and I pumped away on my dick like crazy. I felt a gentle disappointment as she finally succeeded in unhooking her knickers from her foot and closed her legs, and then a last wild surge of lust as she lifted her other leg, and once more exposed her little pink vulva for me.

I was down on my knees now and all of a sudden, I could smell it. Her scent, already familiar to me from masturbating over her knickers just a few minutes ago, was stronger and sweeter in the flesh. As I breathed it in, I came. Explosively. She finally had her knickers in her hand ready to give to me, and I was already squirting my sperm on my bed, on the floor, all over her legs, everywhere. As the last spurts gushed and dribbled out over my hand, she gently held the panties to my face and we shared a long, sad moment as she let her pussy disappear by the simple geometry of closing her legs, and I breathed once more her musk and sweat and rut, and felt my semen drip, drip, dripping.

I think in that moment we were both very conscious that I was going to be castrated in the morning and that this was both a first and last release. I kneeled there without moving for quite a long time, with my head cushioned in my little sister's lap, her still holding her pale blue knickers for me and gently stroking my hair. It was only early yet, I had plenty of time to rest and come again before morning, probably several times. After all, the whole point of this Last Night ritual was for me to come as many times as possible, to squeeze a whole lifetime's sexual pleasure into one short night. But the main event was over. Nothing could be as explosive, as complete an experience as this had been.

Kylie was going to leave soon after, but not before we opened my Dad's mysterious parcel. As I had guessed, it was an Asian porn book: full of color pictures of a couple of girls, sisters, if the text could be believed, and very explicit. They had a boyfriend, of course, and there were pictures of them doing things with him that I hadn't known were possible. Kylie was particularly impressed with one shot where he was lying on his back and the two Asian girls were squatting on him, the younger one on his long, thin cock, her sister just a tantalizing inch above his face.

"For a boy, that must be heaven" she said. She was getting turned on by it as much as I was. She kept shifting around. "Which would you rather, licking this one's pussy, or putting your dick in there?"

I kept trying to answer, but I couldn't make up my mind. And the fact that Kylie seemed to sense exactly what turned me on, even share in it, added to my excitement.

"You've never fucked a girl, have you?" She asked.
I shook my head. "I can't do it for you, because I have to stay a virgin til I'm circumcised, but you can lick my pussy if you want to."

"Oh God, yes." "

Lie down and I'll squat on you, like the girl in the picture."

original author: Vegas

Mom and Doctor deal with Son's small penis

Looking back it was a random accident that changed the course of my life forever. I had forgotten my towel after a shower and ran out to quickly grab one out of the closet.

I’ll never forget my Mom’s shock when she found out about my little problem. Her eyes just caught a glimpse while she was walking past and she politely smiled brushing off any awkwardness. But then as I turned around, she was standing there curious of my naked body with an anxious expression. I didn't think much of it until later that night when she came to see me in my room.

“Kenny … I don't want this to seem awkward but I saw you come out of the shower earlier …”

“Oh I’m sorry about that, I forgot my T – ”

Cutting me off mid-sentence. “No, that’s OK … Ummm, it's not that … How can I say this … "

She paused and took a deep breath, unable to look at me in the eyes.

“I’m a little concerned about something I noticed … it's nothing you did wrong". My mom took another deep breath. "Wow, this is tough one … Something about your uh-hum p-parts … I’m a little concerned and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable but I couldn't help but notice …”

“My penis … it's really small isn't it?”

“No, its perfectly fine but did appear maybe a bit underdeveloped to me for your age. This is nothing to be worried about I'm sure, I was just thinking that maybe we might want to have it looked at by a professional, that's all”.

My body flooded with uncontrollable waves of emotion and my eyes swelled. She sat down next me on the bed and she gently patted me on the back and speaking very softly.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?"

“Ask me what?"

“You shave, down there, do you?”

I put my head down. She rubbed my shoulder affectionately

“Mom … could you just take a quick look at it … just and see if I’m overreacting about the size?” I stammered.

She took a deep breath, biting her lip and quickly stood up looking very uncomfortable with the situation.

She paused, hesitant to answer. “Yeah sure why not. I understand; lets have a look. Everything’s going to be fine, OK?”

I dropped my pants and she briefly inspected my scrotum and penis and tried to gently pull them away from my body to no avail. I opened up my eyes and she had a horrified expression, her eyes looked in shock and her mouth gaping open.

Her soft hands felt so good even though I tried to resist it, I started budding an erection. I'm sure it was no more than 3 inches. But she noticed quickly and put my underwear up over my bottom and pretended she didn't witness my arousal. She gave me a quick pat on the back and quickly left the room. Chapter 2

We met with the specialist the next day. The Doctor’s name was Elaine, she was a tall woman, athletic build and salt and pepper hair. She looked older than my Mom, they smiled at each other and got along very well.

“Now what seems to be the problem?” The Doctor asked.

“Kenny has voiced some concern over her physical development.”

“Development?” The Doctor replied.

My Mother looked at me, hesitant to answer. “Well … How do I say this … I'm worried about … Kenny's concerned about her penis size.”

“That's perfectly understandable, let's have a look all right. Now Kenny, do you mind if your Mother is here with us.”

“I don't mind”

I got undressed and changed into a medical gown the nurse brought me and lay down on the table. The Doctor started her examination as the nurse scribbled down notes. Again, I ran into a similar situation when the Doctor examined my penis, her hands felt so good I started budding my 3 inch erection. I couldn't help myself but rotate my hips and grind her hand ever so slightly. The Doctor quickly took her hand away so I was humping the air, she looked over at my Mom and the nurse and they all smiled at each other embarrassed for me.

"Kenny, Tsk Tsk … put it away now and put your clothes back on! That's inappropriate in front of the young nurse and the nice Doctor," my Mom scolded.

The Doctor took a seat on a stool. “Now Kenny I want to know if I can be perfectly straight with you?”

I faced toward them, my face was bright red, all I could do was bob my head up and down.

“Well, Kenny's in good physical health overall but you were right to be concerned. He’s producing an underproduction of testosterone which is called Hypogonadism and as a result he has a condition called Micropenis and Gynecomastia. Because of the growth hormone deficiency her body has an imbalance. That's why his penis appears abnormally small and Kenny's chest has become slightly more prominent”.

“What does this mean for Kenny?! What are his options … surely there must be some treatment available?" My Mom looked distressed.

“Well, we could start him on hormone treatment but I want to be perfectly honest with you two. It's difficult to say Kenny's going to gain considerable penile size from any testosterone injections.”

The nurses face was bright red and she was smiling but it was probably because she was uncomfortable being in the room. You could tell she was trying to act as professional as possible.

My Mom was very shaken up by the news. I ran over to her for comfort, she held me for a minute. “Its going to be OK," she said. "We'll get through this, I promise everything is going to fine.”

Chapter 3

Later that night my Mom made dinner and I felt a lot better. She looked absolutely stunning and ready to go out wearing a tiny black dress. It clearly showed off her long legs and as she bent down to serve me, the top opened and I could clearly see her breasts as she was wearing no bra. She noticed me gawking and quickly wrapped the top tightly around her, covering herself up from my gaze.

"Tsk, Tsk, Kenny, that's not for you!" My Mom said angrily. "I spoke with the Doctor and I invited her over tonight, she said she would be willing to come over to the house to administer the hormone injections personally and I think a professional helping us at this time is important.”

“Why are you all dressed up?”

“Well Kenny, Elaine told me, that after your injections, that we would have a little 'grown up' time together.”

A little while later the doorbell rang and I got up to open the door for Elaine. She was well dressed in a button down blouse and skirt and looked bigger than I remembered, barely fitting through the top of the door frame without ducking.

“Hello Doctor,” I said looking up at her.

She patted me on the top of the head as she came in. “Hello there, Kenny.”

My Mom came over to greet her with a big hug. I could see Elaine’s hand gently slide up my Mom’s backside exposing pink shiny underwear she had on under her dress. They both could see me gawking and my Mom shook her head in disbelief. She whispered something into Elaine's ear and she walked over to me carrying her bag and sat down next to me.

“OK Kenny, so let's have you drop your pants and let's get this over with OK?”

"Can we do the injections later, please Mom … can we please?"

"Nonsense, Kenny, the Doctor is ready and we have reservations in a half hour … you're doing it now," she said matter-of-factly.

I nervously started dropping my pants to expose a little erection making a tent in my underwear.

My Mom threw her hands up astonished. "Unreal! Kenny, this is becoming a serious problem."

I was blushing uncontrollably, my Mom looked over at Elaine with disdain at my behavior. I lowered my head as Elaine pulled down my underwear all the way down and proceeded to measure my chest and penis. She took out her medical kit and prepared to inject my bottom. It hurt a little bit but in no time it was over and the two left the house smiling, obviously excited about their date.

I couldn't sleep at all, rolling and turning about all night and my bum was still a little swore from the shot earlier. I went into my Mom's bedroom and rummaged through her feminine things. I tried on some of her clothes and stole some panties and bras to play with. Eventually, I could hear my Mom and Elaine come home and I ran back into my room with a pair of her panties still on and a bra small enough that I could almost fit. They walked down the hall and into the master bedroom and in no time I could hear their bed creaking and Elaine moaning loudly.

I snuck out of my room and crept closer down the hall so I could hear more of the noises. I just started rubbing my penis through the panties when the door swung open.

Elaine was towering over me in the doorway completely naked. her breasts weres massive and the bush between her legs was neatly trimmed and dark and wet … the nearest a naked woman, I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off the patch of her wet Shining pubic hair. I could see my Mom on the bed lifting her head up from the pillow confused, her wet face still clinging to her forehead. She lifted me up by my armpit and took me over to the living room down the hall and threw me over her knee, taking my ear, whispering quietly.

"You little pervert … look at you … That's disgusting!"

I couldn't answer … I was petrified, I had never been bent over a woman’s knee before since i was a Little boy. okay down there I'm still a Little Boy but otherwise i'm in college for 3 years now.

"You like hearing your Mom making me cum … All dressed up in women's panties like a sissy?"

I shook my head yes and Elaine pulled my panties down so they were dangling around my ankles. My penis was now rubbing her bare leg and she could tell I was turned on, my heavy breathing gave me away. She rubbed my bottom and then gave me 5 hard smacks.

"Would you like to fill in that bra?"

I started grinding her thigh against my penis and I began shaking uncontrollably.

"I think you would like that wouldn't you … if I just turned you into a girl?"

My penis was ruling my head at this point, not realizing what I was committing to, I shook my head yes.

"OK then, you keep this between us and I'll give you what you want you little sissy."

Just then I could hear my Mom walk into the living room. I had my head facing the floor over her lap, my bum still red from the smacks.

"I think little Kenny here has learned his lesson," Elaine said in an authoritative tone.

"Good … thank you so much Elaine. You don't know how much this means to me. I just don't know what has gotten into him lately?" She looked over at me and shook her head. "Kenny, I hope you learned your lesson. You know its not appropriate to disturb Mommy when shes having 'grown up' time and you know better then to be dressing up in my underwear. Go back to your room now and I mean immediately!"

I got up from Elaine’s lap feeling defeated and humiliated as I pulled up my panties. I tried to walk over to my Mom to apologize but she was walking over to Elaine. She gave her a long hug and whispered something in her ear. Chapter 4

When I woke up in the morning, Elaine was already gone and my Mom was having some toast and tea, she was very conservatively dressed in long pants and a sweater. I sat next to her at the table and poured myself some juice.

"I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of Elaine."

"Its OK Kenny, I understand. You're going through a lot of changes right now."

"Where did Elaine go so early?"

"She just ran down to the pharmacy, she said she needed to get something for your new treatment. She should be back any minute. I want you to apologize to Elaine when she comes in. You know she really cares a lot about you."

A little while later Elaine showed up and let himself in, she gave my Mom a kiss and sat down next to me.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted last night Elaine," I said.

"It's alright Kenny … this is going to fix everything. Remember what we talked about last night?" She gave me a wink. "Are you ready for your shot now?"

I was very nervous and didn't know what to say, my Mom was standing right there.

"I guess so" was all I could muster as I pulled my pants down. Chapter 5

To fast forward, things progressed pretty slowly really. Over the next few months, Elaine moved in with us and became part of the household. She would have me do chores so she could spend more time out with my Mom. I really looked up to Elaine and liked the fact that I was always busy doing laundry, cleaning or cooking. I even started serving my Mom and Elaine breakfast in bed on the weekends. My Mom could tell I enjoyed the routine so she started giving me more and more responsibilities around the house. She thought it was cute how hard I tried to please Elaine.

I continued to get my shots everyday, Elaine would come into my room early in the morning and I started enjoying the way the shots were making me feel. Things just generally got more relaxed around the house. My Mom and Elaine felt more comfortable being affectionate around me, they would kiss, cuddle and make out with me in the room now. My Mom was very proud of the fact that I stopped gawking when they were being affectionate and the fact that I now longer lurked around their room when they were having 'grown up time'.

One morning my Mom came into my room unannounced to drop off some laundry and accidentally saw me getting changed. I hurried to cover myself with a blanket but she stood in the doorway and looked completely mortified.

"Kenny, can I take a look at you?!"

"I really don't think it's a good time Mom."

"This is nothing I haven't seen before … Its going to be OK … Just let me have a look at you."

I turned around to face her and dropped the blanket to the floor. I had developed budding breasts with large areolas and my penis was now so small it was virtually nonexistent. My butt had become rounder and my skin softer, I could see from my Mom’s expression she was happy with my situation.

She called for Elaine to come in and I stood in front of them completely naked.

"His condition does appear more serious than before," Elaine said acting surprised.

"I should say so … His penis looks likes it's almost completely gone!"

"I must admit it does look better," Elaine said as she winked at me.

"His breast and hips have grown too … he's starting to look … he's starting to look like … a girl"

"Kenny, let me take a look at you," Elaine said, as she took a seat on my bed.

I turned around and Elaine started to examine my testicles and penis as my Mom looked on. I wasn't erect but her warm hands still felt good touching me.

"His testes have clearly shrunk as well," Elaine said continuing to act surprised.

"Kenny," My Mom said softly. "Can your penis … can it still get an erection honey. . I mean . . how do I say this . . does it still work?"

I started blushing and put my head down, not wanting to answer.

"Its OK Kenny, you can tell Mommy … does it get hard?"

I shook my head no and my Mom looked relieved.

"I think the three of us should have a talk" Elaine said.

She patted a space on the bed and I quickly sat down looking up at her wide eyed for approval.

My Mom got onto Elaine's lap and curled up into her shoulder for comfort. Elaine wickedly grinned at me as she held mom in her arms.

"Shh shh.. it's going to OK," She said, comforting my Mom. "Listen, we have to at least consider the possibility of sex reassignment surgery."

"Turn Kenny into a girl?" She peeked down at my penis. "It's just so small now … it will never be able to fit in a women's vagina," my Mom said matter-of-factly.

"Kenny does have a thing for wearing lingerie," Elaine said with smile.

"Now Kenny, I want you to perfectly honest with me … would you consider being my girl?" my Mom said softly.

I shook my head yes.

My Mom looked satisfied, she looked over at Elaine and smiled.

"Well from now on we could dress you as a girl and if you liked it … I guess you could be my daughter.. would you like to try it?"

I shook my head yes again.

Elaine smiled and leaned over and kissed my Mom on the lips. They embraced and lovingly looked into each other's eyes.

"Well, starting tomorrow we'll have to call you Karen, Kenny's not going to fit anymore into an all female household and we’ll have to get you some new clothes"

My Mom looked a relieved probably because we had a plan now, she quickly got up eager to leave my room. She took Elaine's hand and they started heading for the door.

"Mom, if I was a girl would I still have a penis?" I asked curiously.

My Mom turned to look at my little penis once again and looked over to Elaine. "Well yes honey … for now you would."

They went back down the hall and I could hear them lock their door. I brushed my teeth and just before I got into bed, I could hear the familiar sounds of Elaine's moaning and I smiled myself to sleep.