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One morning, about his sixth month as an eunuch, Justin came down to the kitchen for breakfast. As I sat at the table reading the day’s newspaper—my wife had already left to work—I casually looked up over my morning paper at my son. Justin’s back was to me, and as he poured his orange juice to take his calcium pills, I suddenly noticed how tight his pants were on him. And then I realized that they were those same loose fitting pants he wore the morning of his castration!
His pants were pulled taunt across his butt, and there were deep wrinkles around the waist band as the fabric stretched around Justin’s thickened middle. His hip were no longer athletic and narrow, but had instead started to take on a fleshy, expanded look. Justin had started to put on weight just as Dr. Dunn predicted. During the next few months, my wife and watched with fascination as our son’s once fine and powerful body turned to mush. Justin kept putting on extra weight around his middle until he looked pear-shape. And although he wore loose fitting shirts, we could tell that his well-defined chest was disappearing and that the muscle outlines along Justin’s arms and down his back were becoming smoother and less pronounced. Even with Dr. Dunn’s warnings, the impact of removing Justin’s ability to produce testosterone surprised us. Now that his metabolism had finally slowed to a craw and his muscles began to reduce in mass and to loose definition, his face started to fill out as well. Justin’s square jar line began to soften, and his facial features took on a softened, more feminine look. He was noticeably less masculine looking. He was embarrassed by his weight gain; he cut off communications with many of his high school friends. The two old friends that Justin did see periodically couldn’t hide their surprise when they saw how his body was changing. We knew his sex drive had disappeared. When we were out in public with Justin his mother and I noticed that he never looked at girls any longer. I took pride in knowing that I was responsible that our son no longer had the necessary amount of hormones in his system to function as the sexually-charge 18 year old young man that he was before his castration. Only once did Justin seem to try to confront me. One day, after he had put on quite a few pounds, I was working at my desk in the upstairs den. I suddenly looked up to find Justin standing in the middle of room. Neither one of us spoke, and my eye brows arched in puzzlement waiting for Justin to say something. Finally he took a deep breath and spoke. “Look what’s happening to me,” he cried. My son spread out his arms to display his rounded hips and thickening waist. He raised tormented eyes to my face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Justin,” I replied, but I couldn’t stifle a mocking grin as I said it. With that, Justin burst into tears, turned and rushed out of the den and ran down the hall. He locked himself in his room for the rest of the day. I shook my head as I went back to my work. Oh well, I thought, Dr. Dunn told me Justin might become emotional. End of part 11
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