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One evening that Spring Justin walked into the downstairs family room. He stood in the doorway until he had our attention, and finally spoke. He announced to his mother and me that he had decided to pursue a life with our church. He also told us that he had decided to start his seminary studies as soon as possible, and would leave for the seminary in early June. After delivering this news bulletin, Justin turned and walked back upstairs to his room and closed the door. I think I realized at that moment that our son wanted to get away, if not escape, from his mother and me as soon as possible.
His mother and I looked at each, and I smiled at her. “We did it,” I said triumphantly. “But did we do the right thing?” There was worried tone to her voice as her eyes drifted to the spot Justin was standing. “Of course we did, “ I said. “He’s going to serve the church just like we always wanted him too, isn’t he?” A week later Justin’s papers arrived for the seminary. I snuck into his room to review them when he was at the parish house. Everything looked straightforward until I read the last form. The seminary required Justin to have a physical exam. I think he was afraid to tell me about it and too embarrassed to make an appointment with our old family doctor. I immediacy called Dr. Dunn to tell him that we had a problem. “This isn’t a problem at all,” said Dr. Dunn after listening to me. “I don’t have office hours or any procedures scheduled tomorrow. I’ll just drive over and give Justin his physical at your house, and fill out the form myself.” The following afternoon Dr. Dunn arrived at our house at 2:45, just 15 minutes before Justin came home from Brother Jim’s, and set-up what he would need to give my son a physical. Because Justin was afraid of Dr. Dunn, I didn’t tell him that the surgeon would be waiting in my den to examine him. “Just have the boy walk into the den,” said Dr. Dunn. “The post hypnotic suggestion will still be in effect, and I’ll just order him to cooperate with me. I’ll also give him another injection of the narcotic so I can counsel him accept his life as a eunuch.” We heard Justin walk in and I called to him to come up stairs, and to stop in the den. He came up the stairs, and walked into the room. The moment he saw Dr. Dunn his month flew open he let out a little shriek. His eyes were wide with fear. “Hello Justin,” said Dr. Dunn, sounding remarkably like Anthony Hopkins. “Don’t be afraid Justin, the doctor is just here to give you your physical for the seminary,” I explained. My son wanted to run away, but Dr. Dunn ordered Justin to stay where he was. Without taking his eyes off the boy, he asked me to leave the room. About 45 minutes later the door opened to my den, and the doctor motioned me in. I followed Dr. Dunn into my study and saw my son sitting in a straight back chair that the physician had moved next to my desk. Justin was stripped to his white boxer shorts. As I walked in I stopped short and sucked in my breath. In the 10 months since his castration, Justin’s 18 year-old body had changed dramatically; It was the first time I had seen him unclothed. No longer lean and trim, Justin’s body looked soft and flabby. His pectorals muscles were no longer two prefect, firm ovals that stuck out to nicely outline his broad chest. Now his chest was undefined and without muscle mass. It looked weak, and his two nipples seemed to float on an sea of fleshly fat. Gone too were his once well-developed triceps and biceps, which use to swell and expand as he moved his arms. Now Justin’s upper arms were smooth and undeveloped, and looked as if they belonged to a young boy. His waist line had thickened as well, and two small rolls of fat covered his stomach and hung slightly over the top of his boxer shorts. Justin’s once magnificent rippled abs, which use to irritate me so much, were now a memory. Justin was staring straight ahead and his eyes showed no expression whatsoever. There that same blank look that I remembered he had almost a year ago at Dr. Dunn’s office in Salt Lake City. My son was in the deep hypnotic trance that would force him accept his fate as a eunuch. Dr. Dunn sat down next to Justin. The old surgeon settled into the chair, placed his gnarled hands on his knees, and leaned towards my son and spoke. There was a diabolic gleam in his eyes. “Justin, when was the last time you masturbated?” A few moments pasted before my son spoke. “I don’t remember.” “Do you feel the need to masturbate?” “No”, said Justin in strange emotionless tone of voice. “What about girls, Justin? Do you think about girls? About dating them?” “No, I don’t think about girls at all,” said Justin as he stared straight Dr. Dunn looked at me and smiled, and then looked back at my son, and said. “Justin, please stand up. I need to check you for a hernia.” Justin stood, and his odd, pear shape figure became more pronounced. I looked my son up-and-down, and could feel myself getting more turned-on than usual. I had robbed this young man of his magnificent, muscular body, and kept him from ever experiencing the pleasures of sex. I felt very proud of myself. Dr. Dunn pulled down Justin’s underwear, and we both stared at what was left of my son’s genitals. His pubic hair had grown back thin and sparse; Justin no longer had the thick, dark, mass of hair he had before his castration. The remains of his scrotum was just a small flap of skin. The best part was that his penis: It was much smaller than it was ten months ago. Dr. Dunn snapped on rubber gloves, and began to examine Justin’s penis. A smile slower spread across the thin lips of the physician. “I would estimate that your son’s penis has shrunk a least 25 percent since last year,” said Dr. Dunn. “And I don’t think it’s finished heading south. Most young men of your son’s age experience a 40 percent shrinkage of their penis after castration.” The doctor fondled Justin’s penis for a few minutes to make sure that it would not respond. He then looked up at me, smiled and asked me to leave so he could finish the exam. I walked downstairs and waited for Dr. Dunn in the kitchen. About an hour later he walked in carrying his black bag and the medical forms Justine. He had completed his counseling session with Justin, and assured me that my son would accept his life as a eunuch. I handed the physician his check and he walked out to his car. I walked upstairs to the den and found Justin. Although now fully dressed he was still sitting in the same chair by my desk and was clutching the seminary medical forms that Dr. Dunn completed. Justin was clearly frightened; his eyes looked liked two huge indigo pools of water. “He gone Justin, “ I said. “He really is. He just drove off.” Justin nodded, stood, and slowly walked to the door. He looked down the hall to make sure the coast was clear and then made a mad dash to his room. He slammed and locked the door. We didn’t see him again until breakfast the next morning. End of part 12
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