When the doorbell rang I jumped to answer it. I was stunned when I saw that Mr. Conner was none other than Klaus Conner the famous fashion designer. He had is own label, sort of like Calvin Kline or Bill Blass. Only he specialized in fashions for boys ages six to sixteen.

"You're Klaus Conner," I said. "I'm a big fan of yours."

"You must be Jiri," he said. "Homer has told me all about you. This is my son Shawn."

"So you like my dad's work?" Shawn asked.

"And how!" I replied. "I'd love to wear his clothes but Homer is too cheap to let my mom buy them for me. Homer makes my mom take me to a discount store whenever we go shopping."

"Well I'll just have to talk with Homer about that Jiri," Mr.Conner said. "You are such a gorgeous boy that not showing you off in the very best is a crime."

I looked over at Shawn and he gave me a dazzling smile that almost made me melt. He was a very well built boy of about 15 or 16 and what a looker he was, real a stud! "Shawn I'll bet you want to see Elijah," I said and I realized how that sounded but everyone just laughed.

Over dinner I noticed that Elijah was very quiet and hardly touched his food. But every now and then he would steal a sideways glance at Shawn. Shawn noticed this and he gave Elijah a little wink and a grin. This made Elijah drop his fork and blush like a little school girl. It was clear to everyone in the room that Eli was smitten by Shawn. He acted like he was in love. The reason Elijah wasn't eating was obvious. He couldn't. All he could think about was what was to come after dinner when Shawn would open him up, enter his butt, and in triumph empty his seed into him.

"So tell me about that fashion design business Mr. Conner," I said.

"Jiri please call me Klaus," he replied and asked. "Do you really want to talk about anything so boring as business?"

"It's not boring to me Klaus," I replied. "I love fashion. It's what I want to do when I grow up."

"Well if you really want to know this fall I'll be introducing a new line of clothing designed exclusively for young eunuchs."

"What's the point of that?" I wanted to know. "I thought that slaves spent almost all their time naked. Why do they need clothes?"

"No I'm afraid you don't understand Jiri," He said. "I'm not designing for slaves but for free eunuchs."

"Free eunuchs?" I asked, "I thought eunuchs were all slaves or former slaves."

"No Jiri not all eunuchs are slaves," Klaus said. "But sometimes well off nullo kids feel that they need to hid their true nature and that's what I want to change. As you know eunuchs are neither boys nor girls, they are neither male or female, they are a third gender and they have an identity, a style and a beauty all their own. They deserve their own fashion. Whether dressing for a formal occasion, a day in school, or a day at the beach, a young eunuch should not have to dress like a boy. He should not feel that he has to pad his nullo place in order to look male as some do. Rather he should have clothes that accent and emphasis the beauty of a smooth crotch. He should be proud to let the world know that he is a eunuch and his wardrobe should reflect that pride. He should feel that although he has no sex he is still sexually desirable and a prize to be coveted. They say 'clothes make the man'. I believe that clothes should make the eunuch as well. In the highest echelons of the fashion world eunuchs should not feel inferior to boys or to anyone else."

"Well that would be really something," I said. "Who are you going to find to model for you; Slaves?"

"No Jiri slaves will never do. I produce a luxury product that will be marketed to well to do children and so I want nothing to do with the slave trade. I'm going to use free nullos as my models."

"Where are you going to find these free eunuchs?" I asked.

"I have already signed four but I'm looking for more. How about it Jiri, you're beautiful and have a really great outgoing personality. Would you like to model for me? You'd make a lot of money and see the world all at the same time. I'll take you to Rome, Paris, St. Petersburg and New York. You'd learn about the fashion industry from the inside out. There will be glamor, excitement and fame. You will be on the cover of the top fashion magazines."

"I'd like that but how could I model for you Klaus? I'm not a eunuch," I said as I wondered if he had confused me with Elijah.

"That can be corrected," he said.

Suddenly I realized that everyone at the table was looking at me. My mom. Homer, Elijah, Shawn, everyone. Klaus was suggesting that I be "fixed" and everyone wanted to see how I'd react to the idea. I felt naked and embarrassed. My dick had a funny puckery feeling like it wanted to curl up and die.

"Jiri," Klaus said tenderly, "I have a very good doctor who will take excellent care of you. She loves children and is very gentle, I promise you that. The operation will be painless and afterwards you'll have only a few weeks of mild discomfort until you are completely healed. I know what a big step this is for any boy but I think it will be good for you. I dare say that you find the prospect exciting, most boys your age do although they are loath to admit it."

"The doctor is a lady?" I asked in horror. I had always thought that castration was a "Guy Thing". If I were to be fixed I had always imagined that it would be done by a man or better yet a eunuch, someone who knew first hand what it felt like to be strapped to a castration table with legs spread. I figured that only men, boys and eunuchs would be there to watch. What would it be like to be naked and bound before a women? What would she think of me? How would I feel when she grabbed my dick and balls to slice them off? If I cried would she think me a baby? Would she feel powerful when she did me? "I won't let a lady do that to me and that's final." I said.

"Once you meet Susan you'll like her," Klaus said. "She has a way with boys like you who are afraid to be snipped. She will know how to best handle and comfort you. When she makes the cut it will be done with love. Believe me Jiri she has fixed many boys and everyone is thrilled with her work, the parents and the new eunuchs alike. She never leaves a scare. You'll look great once the swelling and the tenderness subside. You'll look like you were never male at all."

As I listened to Klaus say this something very strange was happening inside of me and I didn't understand it at all. My dick grew hard, harder than it had ever been before. It was so hard that it was hurting me. I squirmed in my seat trying to find relief but none would come. Everyone realized that I was hard and a part of me wanted to run away and hid. But another part of me wanted to stay and say yes and have it removed. I didn't know why I was feeling the things I was or why the feelings were so intense. I was scared, excited and happy all at once. Eli had told me of something called a 'fetish'. Well I think that's what I had. I think I had a castration fetish and I didn't know if I should fight it or surrender to it. I was so confused.

Finely I said, "Klaus if I agreed to see this doctor and let her do me and then come work for you everyone would know. I'd be in all the big fashion shows in all the great cities. I'd be in all the fashion magazines but everyone would know that I was a nullo. If I modeled swim wear and underwear, which I know I would, people would see that I was smooth. I'd be famous but famous as a full eunuch."

"Yes Jiri everyone would know but is that really so bad?" Klaus replied. "It's not like you were a slave or that castration was forced on you. Everyone would know that you were free and had chosen castration of your own free will. Dose that bother you so much Jiri? Is being a eunuch really so bad? Are intact boys really so much better than smooth boys?"

"No I guess not," I said at last. "Eli is a nullo and he's cool. But once my boyhood is gone it will be gone forever. There will be no turning back. I need to know more about nullos before I say yes or no. I know that Elijah has been promised to Shawn. Well I want to watch as Eli gets it. If it looks like something I'd enjoy then I'll agree to be fixed. If not all bets are off and I stay a boy."

(To Be Continued)