Shortly after our wedding, Karen began feeding me estrogen pills. She also insisted that I wear female clothing when in the house. I found this somewhat erotic but always my relief for throbbing erections was masturbation and cum eating. I continued eating her wet pussy and licking her ass whenever she commanded. There were times when I was engaged in sucking her clit that she would let go with a huge spurt of urinate. She would laugh and say men are good to piss on. Then she would grab my hair, hold my head back and piss all over my head and face. After which I would quickly go my corner, masturbate, and eat all the cum for her.

This was my married life for a year. My hair grew long, to mid back and girly in style. The estrogen caused my breasts to swell to B-cup size, and my penis grew smaller and less hard when erect. I wore panties, bra, dresses, and addressed her as Mistress Karen. She referred to me as girl, bitch, whore, or slut, never by my name. Then she began having her girl friends over to visit to show them how she was turning me into a girl. I would dress up and prance around for them and tell them how much I liked being girly. I would serve them food topless and make my tits bounce for them.

The visits grew more frequent and more engaging. Karen had me pleasure her friends more often and after all the girls were pleasured I would go on display nude for all to see me masturbate and savor every drop of cum. It was at one of these masturbation events when a young pretty blonde girls suggested that Karen offer to sell my balls for a trophy. That they be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Karen’s eyes immediately lit up. “What a good idea” she yelled. Men are such pigs. “Taking their balls would so sweet. Next week they are going up for sale. I would love having a man without balls. It would be my just reward to see him without that hanging sac of manhood.”

The day her friends were to come Karen spent much time fixing my hair and makeup. She tied my hair into pigtails and curled the ends. I put on panty hose and she cut a thin hole in the crotch and pulled my balls through the hole so that they stuck out on display. That was all I wore to the party. Each girl came in and admired the display. They fondled my balls like a prize. Feeling for the size of each egg and pulling on the bag to see how far it would stretch. At last the hour came. I sat upon a stool in the middle of the room and Karen said, “I am now taking offers for my little whore’s nuts.”

The 5 girls gathered close. One offered $100.00, another $300.00, until the bidding ended at $750.00. The pretty blonde who liked to have her ass licked and sucked wanted my balls. “Karen shouted sold”, and it was over. She announced that next the de-balling would take place a 7 and all were invited to watch a man lose his nuts and for them to become a prize trophy.

I now realized that she was serious and by next week I would be a man/girl without balls. That I would become Karen’s slave forever and be a show piece for her girl friends and whoever.

The week passed quickly. It was Saturday afternoon when Karen came to me and commanded me to strip and put on new pantyhose. I did, then she cut a tiny slit in the hose, grabbed the loose skin on my balls and pulled until the entire sac was exposed. The pressure on my scrotum was much tighter than usual. Several hours passed and I noticed my balls were starting to turn color to a slight blue shade. Karen told me that was good, that the blood supply was being stopped and that this would better prepare me for what was to come.

At seven six women came to the house. One was a nurse. The auction winner, Judy, immediately rushed to me and examined my now swollen blue colored balls. “Nice,” she said, “these will make a perfect trophy.”

Karen had fixed my hair into a ponytail tied with a bright yellow ribbon. She had rubbed my tits with estrogen cream until my nipples were sore and my tits looked swollen and full, almost a C-cup size I thought. The nurse opened a portable table and told me to lay on it. She began cutting away the hose and placed a strong rubber ring around my scrotum. My balls stood at attention like a stiff dick. The nurse flicked them hard with her finger and asked me it hurt. It didn’t.

The nurse injected my scrotum with a numbing substance. I lay back so as not to see while the other girls gathered near to watch. I only felt subtle tugging. I heard the nurse say, “there I have them, now I will stitch up the loose skin into a pretty looking pussylip appearance. I think you will like the outcome, Karen.”

The procedure was over in ten minutes. I sat up on the table, my ponytail flopped over and covered one breast. I looked down at my groin but only saw a bandage and my small shriveled penis pointing straight out like a five year boy. The nurse told Karen that I would have to stay in bed for three days. After which she would return and remove the bandage and stitches.

Judy became very excited. The girls were now gathered away from the table. Judy had prepared an acrylic mold to place my balls into. She was pouring the liquid and placing the newly harvested trophy into the cube mold. Judy said the acrylic would seal them from air and preserve them for all to see in there original appearance, sac and all. This was the trophy she paid $750.00 for at the auction.

On the fourth day, the nurse came to the house. I lay nude in the bed. She removed the bandage and began cutting each stitch. “This looks wonderful! Just look how nice the loose skin has formed a clit look. Look at how much smaller the penis has gotten. I don’t think it is over two inches.” The nurse looked at Karen and smiled while saying, “I’d like to take it too. Do any of the girls want a penis trophy?”

Part 2 of this story will continue only if there is interest.