I was sent to live with my mother's sister, Margo. Aunt Margo was a natural born business woman. By the time she was 24 she'd launched & sold the first of many multi-million credit a year companies. She was a kind enough woman but she'd never intended on having children and I was quite the wrench thrown into the works of her life. While she didn't stick me with a nanny 100% of the time, she wasn't exactly the parental type either. Her assistants drove me to sports practices more often than not and takeout was a nightly ritual.

Early on she developed a habit of buying me expensive things when she was on trips for more than a week. TVs, video games, sports equipment, you name it, Aunt Margo bought it "in the airport". I kind of suspected she had her assistant do extensive research and try to figure out what the best way to keep me out of her hair was. Until I overheard a phone conversation between her and my grandmother.

"Mom, I'm not trying to spoil the kid" my aunt Margo said in exasperation. "But I'm not here nearly enough and even if I was I doubt I'd be the mother Susan was. I'm just trying to give him the space to make more friends"

Aunt Margo was also a very conservative woman. I sometimes think that if she hadn't become a serial entrepreneur, she'd have been a nun. She found sex perverse in a way I will never understand. I was vaguely aware of the law allowing parents to have their children's bodies 'modified' to 'protect them'. They'd covered the laws in health class in 5th grade or so. Parents were allowed to have their children surgically altered within certain bounds. First they had to set aside money in the child's name to have the changes undone when the child turned 18. Second, the procedure couldn't interfere with 'the normal changes of adolescence'.

I should have known something was up when about a month after my 12th birthday aunt Margo took me to see a new doctor. The change of doctors itself wasn't suspicious so much as the visit. The first time, they only thing they did was take a blood sample. I doubt the visit even took 20 minutes. About two weeks later we returned for a 'follow up' visit on a friday afternoon. That started out as a standard height, weight, blood pressure, turn your head and cough physical. Between some tests a nurse came in with some pills for me.

When I asked what they were for she told me: "They're a light sedative, muscle relaxant and analgesic. We're going to be doing some tests soon which will require you to be more relaxed than usual"

"You're going to do that thing where they shove a camera up my butt?" I asked her.

"Something like that" she replied without even a hint of what was to come.

I took the pills without really asking too many questions. Within a minute I had a really raging hardon. After a couple other tests all the while trying to hide my hardon, I started feeling really out of it. They lead me to a room in the back of the office and had me take off my clothes and sit in what looked like a metal dentist's chair with too little seat and a separation in the middle. I expected the bare metal to be cold but to my surprise I didn't feel a thing when I sat down.

The doctor came in wearing scrubs, followed by a nurse carrying an opaque canister probably a liter in volume.

"Jaysen", he said, "are you feeling OK"?

When I tried to respond the words didn't come out of my mouth right. It was like my brain and body were somehow disconnected.

"Ahh, good" he said. "The soma has taken effect. We'll begin the procedure shortly".

The nurse pushed a button and the legs of the chair began to spread apart, coming to a stop at about a 45 degree angle. Then she wheeled over a tray containing some surgical implements, a stool for the doctor and a medical robot mounted on a pole so that it was about even with my waist.

"OK, Jaysen we're about to perform some surgery. Don't worry, you wont feel a thing now that the soma has taken effect. We'll be removing your testicles and penis and replacing them with a specially grown artificial gonad simulation gland. We need you to have an erection for this so the soma had a little Viagra mixed in with it."

The doctor then picked up a thick needle and slid it thought the head of my dick. True to his word, I didn't even feel the thing. The nurse wheeled moved the robot into position and the doctor clipped the needle and my still hard cock into the machine. Then the robot went to work.

First it made an incision around the base of my dick, up the bottom and around the head and back down removing the shaft. Then it sliced down deeper into my abdomen, splitting my sack in half and around again, removing my testicles. Finally it removed the root of my dick, leaving a small cavity. Then it took a small roundish blob with some tubes sticking out of it from one of the canisters and proceeded to implant it where my cock had previously been. Finally the machine re-routed my urethra down closer to my ass hole and applied nanite sutures.

The next thing I really remember is waking up the next day with a splitting headache and wondering why I didn't have my normal morning wood. By the time I'd recovered enough to actually get out of bed, figured out that I now had to sit to piss and get a shower it was noon. One of my aunt's assistants stopped in to check on me and drop off the doctor's instructions. By the time I got my aunt on the phone I was really pissed off. I probably screamed at her for at least an hour before hanging up and crawling back into bed. I woke up again around 3.30 and got something to eat. While I was eating I looked over the doctors instructions. It was the standard post-op stuff, not strenuous activity etc. The only strange thing was a phone number to call if I started getting hot flashes.

-- More to come. I do read the boards feedback is welcome there.