18th Birthday Present, Part IX: Hot Flashes

My brow furrowed, and I asked, “Son, what’s wrong?.

“I feel so hot, it’s like I’m on fire.” He gasped. Our son swallowed hard, reached for his ice tea and took a big gulp. His mother and I watched our son closely, our eyes knowingly darting between each other, and then back to Justin. We were witnessing our son’s first hot flash; his first real step towards impotency and his new life as a eunuch.

I have to say that I enjoyed the show. Justin’s checks turned bright red and two times he quickly ran his tongue around his lips. He again reached for his ice tea, but not to take a drink—he pressed the cold glass against his forehead in a desperate attempt to cool off. A thin line of perspiration appeared above his top lip.

And then, as quick as it started, it ended.

“I’m okay, now, I’m okay,” Justin said reassuringly, but more for his benefit than for ours. Our son was definitely shook up. His eyes flickered in confusion to what just happened to him, and he opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it without saying a word. The post hypnotic suggestion that Dr. Dunn gave Justin not to question his surgery and upcoming hot flashes working beautifully.

“I’m sure it was nothing,” his mother said to assure him, and I piped in too, gently giving him fatherly advice that perhaps he was just tired from his late nights of playing on his computer. He picked up his fork again and quietly continued eating, and looking a little frightened, didn’t continue his story.

I looked down at my plate so my son wouldn’t see me smiling. Again, I experienced that odd sense of pleasure knowing that I successfully turned this virile young man with his trim, muscular body into a eunuch. Yes, Justin was no longer a man like me.

That week Justin began to feel really uncomfortable. He felt as if he was always be burning-up, and took to carrying around a plastic sports bottle filled with ice water to drink when he had one of his many hot flashes. When my wife and I were planning our son’s castration, Dr. Dunn told us to expect that Justin would experience as many as 15 hot flashes a day during his first months as a eunuch.

“You have to remember that we’re forcing your son’s 18 year old body into a state of menopause,” explained the old doctor during one of my early phone calls to him. “His hot flashes will begin as his body transitions from an androgen environment to a non-androgen environment. Oh, initially his body will have trouble adjusting to its low hormone levels, but after about three months the transition is complete and the hot flashes will end.”

“Of course, by that time,” added the doctor, “additional changes to Justin’s body will be taking place.”

We had been watching Justin closely since returning from Dr. Dunn’s office, and, other than the hot flashes, there didn’t seem to be a great change with our son either physically or emotionally. Each day, after our son left for the parish house, his mother and I slipped into his room to pull the covers back to examine his sheets. He was still masturbating each morning as he had always done, but immediately after his castration his semen lost its pungent odor as well as to its wet, thick, goopy consistency of what we were use to finding. Now, instead of his messy, almost foot-long ejaculations that covered both sheets of his bed when he had his testicles, we found just a round wet spot on the bottom sheet that was slick to the touch. There was nothing sticky about it at all, and it had a thin texture.

“Of course I’m not surprise to hear that,” said Dr. Dunn when I made one of my regular calls to him. “Since Justin can no longer produce sperm, his semen has become thin and watery, as is reducing in volume. It’s now just a mater of time until he stops having both spontaneous and morning erections, and will be forced to manipulate his penis for it to become erect. As it is now, I’m sure he’s noticing that his orgasms are less intense and satisfying.”

“What I’m surprise to hear,” said the specialist before hanging up, “is that he is still masturbating each morning, and seems to be able to achieve an erection and ejaculate without difficulty. But don’t worry, that will end soon enough.”

Which it did.

One morning the following week Justin came down for breakfast and immediately his mother and I could tell there was something wrong. He didn’t cheerfully say “Good Morning” to us and stop at the French doors that opened to the terrace to check out what kind of day it was.

With his forehead puckered in an abstracted frown, Justin walked directly to the counter where his calcium pills were kept and quietly poured himself a glass of orange juice from the pitcher that we kept there for him. Our son slowly sipped his juice and took his supplements. He kept standing at the same spot and was completely lost in his thoughts.

Finally finishing his juice, he fixed a bowl of cereal for himself and sat down at the table without saying a word.

“Is everything all right son?” I asked.

His mother looked at him, as Justin nodded and mumbled something about having a lot of work waiting for him at the parish house. We both looked at each other and then at our son as he looked down at his cereal and ate without saying a word. Something was definitely troubling him.

Finishing his cereal, he pushed his chair back and quietly walked over to the dishwasher to load his spoon and bowl in it. Justin then filled his sports bottle full of ice water, grabbed his back pack, and headed out the door without another word.

“What was that all about,” my wife asked?

“I don’t know.” I said as I watched Justin get into our Volvo station wagon and drive out of sight.

We both looked at each other and headed up to Justin’s room. Maybe there was answer there. We walked in and everything looked the same. Then we stepped to his bed to check his sheet as we did every morning.

But this morning, when we pulled the sheet back we stopped and stared. We were expecting to find the same round wet spot, but it wasn’t there. I bent down and ran my hand across the bedding.

It was dry.

I looked up at my wife and smiled and she smiled back. Now we knew why Justine was upset. Our son woke-up for the first time without a morning erection, and wasn’t able to achieve an orgasm before having to get ready for work.

Justin was becoming impotent.

End or part IX