Of course, being nutless, I couldn't do anything with my own little pecker. I didn't hear about hormone replacement therapy until I was well into my mid-teens. I asked my mother about it and she told me that the doctor had told her that I wouldn't benefit from it.

   About this time, I figured that my mother and "Aunt" Mathilda were lesbians. They told me that it was alright for women to love each other and I learned that Mathilda wasn't my aunt at all but just my mother, Edith's, lover. So, our family was a curious kind of  menage a trois: two lesbians and a gay eunuch.

   Edith and Mathilda were inseparable and thus, they died together. An old Chevy blew its engine in front of them on the highway and dumped oil all over the road.Mother's car skidded on the oil, right into the path of an oncoming 18-wheeler. Nobody had time for evasive action; both Edith and Mathilda died instantly.

   I was 23 at the time and became the executor of their estates. They left everything to each other and, if they should die at the same time, to me. There wasn't much, but one thing which Edith left was her diaries which she'd kept conscientiously since high school..

   Seeing the volume for my birth year, I decided to read it. As I did, my hair stood on end.  I was literally sickened by horror and fury. I learned that my father, Jack Chambers, had been paid to impregnate Edith who wanted a child. After he finally did, Edith and Mathilda invited him over to celebrate his success. Mathilda gave him a Mickey Finn (chloral hydrate in a drink) and after he passed out, crushed his spermatic cords with a pair of slip-joint pliers, castrating him so that he would make no more babies

   That was in February. I was born in November. Both Edith and Mathilda wanted a girl, but instead, Edith gave birth to a boy.Because Mathilda was a skilled midwife, I was born at home, which proved very convenient for them. They both decided that I was not to be allowed to grow up into an adult male. Edith set me in a warm bath to relax my little scrotum and Mathilda squeezed my tiny balls crusing and mashing them until they were completely soft. According to the diary, it took three hours of squeezing and squashing to castrate me.

   In a week's time my balls had wasted away entirely and I looked as if I'd never had any. And that what I was led to believe until I read Edith's diary.

   While I was being nursed (with a bottle; Edith didn't want a boy sucking her tits.) Mathilda asked her queer pedophilic nephew, Lenny, to live with us and, every time I got hungry, I got to suck Lenny's cock before I got my bottle. Lenny stayed with us for four years and Ibecame very accustomed to the taste of jism.Somehow, I forgot all about this afterward, but I have had a craving for jism ever since and, throughout my boyhood, I tried to get older boys to let me suck them off.

   I'm beginning to wonder if I would ever have turned out queer if I hadn't been weaned on jism.

   Damn those lesbian bitches. Why did Edith ever have me if she was going to do that to me. Oh, of course, she wanted a girl and nature disappointed her. I can never forgive her and Mathilkda for what they did to me.

   I now take testosterone My dick has developed to a normal size for my age, my voice has changed somewhat, and i shave. I'm still gay, but I am gettimg somewhat interested in girls. Who knows what my future holds in store ?