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My name is Andrew. It was the summer vacation when I was twelve. I had nothing to do at home because I just finished primary school and was waiting for the start of secondary school in September. I had no brothers or sisters and both my parents had to work. It was so boring that I surfed the web day and night. On one occasion I carelessly log onto a pornographic site. There were pictures of naked girls and boys. When I looked at the girls' pussies I was getting hot and hard down there. I loved those pussies - they were so smooth and perfect. I hated my genitals - a stinky prick and a pair of stones which made a bulge between my legs. I really wanted to have a crotch like that and then I could sit/squad to pee. I did not want to stand to pee because I was embarrassed when naughty boys looked at my penis. If I could sit to pee, I would pee in an independent space with a lock on the door and no one could see me any more. When my thoughts of being a girl came up, my thoughts of being a boy also came up. My penis was rock hard and its head was itchy inside my pants. I was so hot that I undid my pants and began to stroke my penis - I just learnt this a few months before when one of my friend did it in the toilet. After several strokes I exploded. My seeds blasted out and spread on the floor. I enjoyed this orgasm so much, yet I still did not like my genitals. One day, in the church's bible lesson, I met the word 'eunuch' and asked for its meaning. My tutor told me that a eunuch was a boy without balls down there, so that they could no longer have children and would be feminized. My thoughts came up again. I imagined that if I lost my genitals I would be just like a girl - with beautiful voices, smooth skins, the right to sit to pee and to cry... I remembered that when I cried, people always said "Stop crying! You are a boy", but when a girl cried, people always tried to comfort her. At this moment I really wanted to cry, "Why am I a boy but not a girl?!" From then on I imitated girls' behaviour - I tried to sit to pee, to flip my penis backward so that it did not make a bulge in front, to wear my mother's bras and panties... I even took a new name Alice, which also began with an "A". But only in my diary this name existed. On the other hand, I masturbated quite a lot when I thought about sex and castration - another word I learnt from school. I hated my penis since it made me look like a boy. Thus I masturbated to make it soft again when it erected. I wanted it to be limp at all time and my ultimate goal was to cut it off with the balls. The chance had come finally. It was the Citizens' Health Care Day which promoted health care on the 1st of August every year. Recently there was an increase in the number of testicle cancers and also a rapid population growth. The government therefore encouraged the city's men to be sterilized in order to prevent disease and to reduce the population. I searched the web for further details and had found the following information: ... the Citizens' Health Care Day... welcomes male citizens of all age to get sterilized... you can choose in what way the operation will be done... free medication will be provided... see you at the Central Public Clinic on 1st Aug... On the very morning of the Citizen's Health Care Day, I woke up only after my parents left home. Following the government's information, I arrived at the Central Public Clinic, which was located not far away from my home. The nurses there led me to a very large waiting room on the ground floor. I could only see a few men sitting in the front and waiting - but there was a large crowd of students, boys and girls below my age, standing in front of a large piece of glass wall at the end of the room. I had to register in the front before doing anything else. When I came up to the counter, the nurse there was amazed, saying "Hey boy, do you know what's going on here? You want to be castrated like those men?" "Anyway there is no age limit for this," I replied. Soon the procedure finished and I was told to wait for about a quarter. Then I could not wait to see what was going on behind the glass wall. "This man is going to be sterilized so that he will never suffer from testicle cancer. Also, our city will benefit because he will not be able to reproduce any more..." the 'tour guide' explained to the students. I looked through the glass wall just like the students and was surprised by the scene - a man was lying on an operation table, having his balls clamped off by the doctor. I could see that some of the students were embarrassed while the others were interested in it. "This man can choose any method he likes, for example, clamping off his testicles, slicing off his testicles, injecting antiandrogen grugs into his testicles..." the 'tour guide' continued. Of course, I would have all my genitals removed if I could choose. There was still a couple of minutes left and I went to the toilet for the disabled. It was a small room at a silent corner of the waiting room. Almost nobody noticed its existence. I masturbated, probably for the last time, inside. I was excited of being castrated soon. After the seed exploded, I sat to pee there. And I looked into the mirror - my penis and balls were disgusting. I loved smooth crotches and I was going to have one very soon. The nurse called my name right after I came back to the waiting area. I was led into a small room beside the resgister counter. The nurse told me to strip and to put my clothes inside one of the lockers. Next to me was the man whom I had just seen behind the glass wall. He was lying there with his crotch covered by a bandage. "Come with me," the nurse opened the door. "There are so many people outside..." I was naked standing there. "Come now," the nurse ordered. I was ashamed of being seen naked, especially with my ugly genitals. My hands covered down there as I walked, and the crowd giggled, "That guy is going to be castrated... He is so young... What a pity... May be he was forced to be done..." I walked into the operation room in nude and in public. I lied on the operation table and removed my hands to reveal my genitals to the doctor. The crowd giggled again, "Wow, this guy's penis was so tiny... I think it is less than two inches long..." Now the doctor talked to me, "Hey boy, do you know that you are about to be castrated? That means you are about to lose your manhood." "Yes I know. I know that I was about to be a eunuch. Please go on." "Well, in which way you want to be done? The Burdizzo, or the..." "Just cut everything off." "You mean, both the penis and the balls?" "Yes." "Just a moment." When the doctor was preparing for the operation, I got an erection as I saw the girls staring at my crotch. Although it was rock hard, it was less than three inches long and was thin like a pencil. And my balls were just like two peas. I was even more embarrassed now. Despite the watching crowd, I jerked off for the last time, just before I was going to lose my genitals. It was so great that I shooted my last load in front of the public - I did not care too much. And the doctor came back and applied anesthetic on my crotch. Soon I was numb down there and the doctor bagan to cut. He opened the ballsack carefully and poped out the two balls. I could see it and everyone outside could see it. Then he moved to the base of my penis and sliced it off. The doctor then put all my severed genitals into a jar and placed it in front of the glass wall so that everyone could study it. Lastly he redirected my urethra backward to let me pee through it in a sitting manner. Everything was done. My dream had come true. I was so excited that I could not wait to feel my new crotch under the bandage. The bulge was gone. The shameful manhood had gone! I was no longer a boy but a eunuch from then on. "Little eunuch, come after me," the nurse led me go back to the changing room, again naked in front of the crowd. "This guy is done... This guy is no longer a boy... Hello girl... Forget about your boyhood..." the crowd tried to catch my attention by teasing me. But I was not ashamed this time. Without penis and balls, I walked proudly to show my new crotch. I even walked very slowly to let everyone see clearly. I got dressed again and went back home happily. My parents did not notice what happened when they came back. I dared not tell them. I sat down to pee through a catheter - the feeling was so great. I enjoyed this female previlege for the first time ever! Some days after, I went to the clinic again and had my bandage & stitches removed. This time they did not let me walk around naked. I was in a small room with the doctor and the nurse. "Congratulations, little eunuch. Your wounds healed very well," they said to me. I looked into the mirror and touched my new crotch for the first time. The V-shaped crotch was extremely beautiful. Below that it was the lovely pink leak - the pee hole which was just like a girl's pussy. I love it! I got used to my new life as a eunuch soon. Days passed. I sat down to pee. I had lost interest in sex. I found that my breasts and hips were slowly building up. What would happen to me next? What would happen when I am back to school? To be continued... |