Having It Done: Part 1

In the not too distant future, a carcinogenic chemical additive, 
accidentally introduced into the food supply, forced virtually all 
the men in the industrialized world to submit to castration. 
Benefits of a testosterone-free society accrued, and a generation 
later, the West has become a feminist utopia.  To maintain the new 
status quo, the feminist leadership has made neutering of young 
males (after they deposit a semen specimen) a right of passage into 
adulthood. So deeply ingrained has the practice become, that most 
accept it as simply a part of life, like finishing school and 
getting a job, it's just one of those things you have to do.
Billy, a high school senior, vows never to submit to being 
neutered. His head was filled with archaic, patriarchal ideals by 
his late grandfather, one of the few men to survive the great 
castrations with his manhood intact. Billy wants to become a 
geologist and work for an oil company so he can live out his life 
in the Third World, where a man is still a man.
Billy's friends (especially his girlfriend, JoAnn) think his plans 
are silly and immature. They think this self-imposed exile would be 
a lonely and dangerous life, and they want to save him from this 
fate. JoAnn knows just the trick that will subdue his rebellious 
spirit and make him hers.

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Having It Done: Part 1 of 3

Football practice was purposely light this Friday because Coach 
Butler wanted the boys to be rested for the big game that night. 
Metropolitan was playing their big rival, Gotham High. It was a 
bright October afternoon with the temperature in the mid seventies 
and not a cloud in the sky. Billy threw his jacket over his 
shoulder, nonchalantly, as he and his best friend, Jim, strolled 
from the gym toward the stadium.
"Todd's coming home for the game tonight and he's going to stay for 
the weekend," said Jim. "You wanna come over tomorrow? We could 
just hang out or maybe go out and do something tomorrow night"
"Hey, if he's bringing Katrina with him I'll be there," Billy 
chuckled. "Now there's one sharp chick!"
"Yep, Katrina's coming too, but you're too horny, dude," Jim 
laughed. "Katrina's taken; she's Todd's girl. You should never have 
broken up with JoAnn."
"I know, but JoAnn was always bugging me about..., you know..., 
having it done. Hell, she would have had me fixed last month if I 
had gone along with it."
"You worry too much about that; lighten up, man. Everybody's having 
it done nowadays. Look at Bret and Mitch; they had it done last 
summer and Mitch is one of the best quarterbacks the Zippers have 
ever had. You know once you've been tempered you can legally take 
steroids. Just look at how Mitch and Bret have pumped up. They've 
had Silicone Neuticles implanted and  you can't even tell they've 
been done."
"Not me, man. I don't want it done. I'm not ever going to have it 
done!"

It had been a little over a generation ago that a highly acclaimed 
and widely distributed food additive was taken off the market. It 
had some very serious long-term side effects, but by the time 
researchers discovered the danger it was too late. The cumulative 
poison had built up for years in almost every member of the 
population. It had virtually no effect on women, but caused 
testicular cancer in almost one-hundred percent of men - fatal if 
left untreated. The only effective treatment was a bilateral 
orchiectomy, otherwise the cancer would spread throughout the body, 
resulting in death.
The governments of the industrialized world responded to the crisis 
with the military cooperating with the International Red Cross to 
set up castration clinics in every community. Men who thought they 
might want to father children deposited semen samples in sperm 
banks before being neutered. Young boys were monitored closely, as 
health officials wanted them to reach puberty and deposit viable 
sperm, if possible, before undergoing the operation. Unfortunately, 
the operation could not always wait for puberty.
Disaster was averted, with the only deaths being among those 
unfortunate few whose condition went undetected until it was too 
late, and of course, the handful who refused to undergo the surgery.
With the crisis behind them the Western World was left with the 
unprecedented situation of  having virtually all its male 
population neutered. Soon, however, unexpected benefits began to 
accrue. Violent crime, especially domestic abuse, dropped 
drastically and rape became almost unheard of. The divorce rate, 
which had been near sixty percent, fell rapidly to under ten 
percent and continued to decline.
As women began assuming more positions of leadership in government 
and positions of power and responsibility in business, world trade 
and the economy flourished like it never had before. War existed 
only among the most backward of nations - the nations of men Vastly 
superior technology allowed the industrialized nations to remain 
safely aloof from such conflicts. Western society was becoming a 
virtual utopia!
Finally, the first generation of youths not affected by the 
carcinogen reached puberty. There was overwhelming agreement that 
society would benefit from the continuation of  the "tradition" of 
neutering (or tempering) males as soon as they had deposited a 
viable sperm sample. Most countries passed laws requiring boys to 
have it done by a certain age. In America, however, civil liberties 
organizations argued against such a laws, successfully defeating 
them in the courts. Even they, however, conceded that the benefits 
to society would probably far outweigh the loss of individual 
rights of the handful of holdouts. Not surprisingly, there was 
little resistance among the youths themselves. Their fathers and 
older brothers had all had it done, and it was generally looked 
upon as a rite of passage into adulthood - a confirmation of 
maturity.

Billy and Jim sauntered over to the chain link fence surrounding 
the football field. The cheerleaders were still practicing and 
Jim's girlfriend, Mandy, was among them. Their practice would be 
over soon so Jim and Billy were just going to watch until practice 
broke up and Mandy would be free to join them.
"Damn, they're sharp!" Billy exclaimed, with lustful admiration, as 
he gawked at the cheerleaders going through their routine.
"You ain't lying, dude!" Jim affirmed enthusiastically. "Check out 
those new uniforms!"
"I'm checkin', man; I'm checkin'!"

The cheerleaders were wearing the traditional red and silver colors 
of the Metro Zippers. The official logo for the Metro Zippers 
consisted of an artistically stylized combination of the letters 
"M" and "Z" with little wings. It was bright red with black borders 
and stitching. Recently, however, they had the logo silk-screened 
onto the crotch of the little silver panties they wore with their 
uniforms. Given the skimpy length of the little red skirts, the 
cheerleading coach had little difficulty choreographing routines 
that would provide an ample display of the new logo.

"Jim, you know something; it just makes me weak to look at that. 
They are so awesome! That's why I don't ever want to have it done. 
It's the most wonderful feeling in the world; the way it makes me 
feel when I look at girls - you know, especially when they're 
dressed like that and jumping around showing off their legs and 
butts and stuff. I don't ever want to have it done, Jim."
"There you go worrying about that again," Jim said, chuckling 
confidently. "You talk like it would be the end of the world. It 
can't be all that bad, everybody does it. It's just part of growing 
up, man; accept it.
"You know Todd was tempered over spring break last year. The 
biggest difference he noticed was that his grade point went up. He 
says it's a lot easier for him to concentrate now. He has no 
trouble holding a four point average."
"But what about sex?"
"Well, I don't ask him for details, but he and Katrina moved in 
together after he had it done and I haven't heard either of them 
complain," Jim laughed. "Why don't you ask him this weekend?"
"I think I will," said Billy, his gaze still fixed on the bouncing 
cheerleaders.
"Billy, I'm going to let you in on something. I'm going to have it 
done this summer. That way me and Mandy can move in together when 
we start college next year."
"Really?" Billy asked, seeming a little surprised and turning his 
gaze away from the cheerleaders now to look at Jim.
"Yeah, I'm going to have Katrina's sorority do it. They have the 
most awesome tempering ceremony! Say, I'll invite you; how about 
that?"
"Yeah, sure. I mean, I'm honored and all, but are you sure you want 
to go through with it?"
"Sure I'm sure. I'll admit it's a little scary, but like I said, 
it's part of growing up; I feel like it's time and I'm ready for it.
"Jim?"
"Yeah."
"Is Mandy going to..., you know..., let you do it before you have 
it done?"
"Well, I've tried to talk to her a little about that. It always 
makes her giggle; I don't know why. But she says she thinks we 
should remain pure for each other and I guess she's right. We'll be 
glad, later on,  that we abstained."
"I don't understand all that 'remaining pure' stuff," Billy 
protested. "I mean, it's the only time in your whole life that..."

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the shrill blast of 
a coaches whistle and the cheerleaders began running off the field 
in a dozen directions, each with some personal errand or commitment 
of her own. Mandy came bounding across the field toward Jim and 
Billy, her auburn hair bouncing around her shoulders, shimmering 
with flashes of ruby red light as it caught the bright October sun.

"Hi guys," said Mandy, her green eyes sparkling as she approached 
the fence.
Jim and Mandy intertwined their fingers and kissed each other 
through the fence.
"How do you like our new uniforms?" she asked, bouncing back from 
the fence and posing.
Before Jim or Billy could answer, Mandy put one leg high into the 
air, resting it on the fence above her head, almost doing the 
splits.
"Check out our logo!" she said excitedly. "Isn't it nifty?"

A galaxy of subtle, delicate freckles decorated her lightly-tanned, 
velvety thighs. Her little silver panties were cut skimpily enough 
to make it was obvious Mandy shaved to prevent her pubic hair from 
being exposed. Her firm young buttocks and trim abdomen filled out 
the stretchy nylon material which was just a little heavier than 
regular lingerie. Jim and Billy were speechless, their eyes riveted 
on the little red logo in the crotch of Mandy's panties.

"You know, at first they were just going to embroider the emblem on 
our old spandex panties and we said, 'No way!' That would have been 
scratchy. So we went to a lighter material and had it silk 
screened. I think looks great, and it feels great too!"
"Can I feel?" Jim said, almost reflexively.
"No!" Mandy said, giggling, shaking the fence hard as she sprang 
backward in a cartwheel. Dropping her voice to a whisper, she 
looked a Jim. "Not out here in public, silly! Maybe later." Her 
green eyes were dancing with mischief.
Suddenly looking serious, Mandy turned her attention to Billy.
"Billy, I talked to JoAnn this morning"
"So?"
"She said to tell you that she still loves you, and that she'll be 
watching you play tonight. You know, it really hurt JoAnn when you 
broke up with her. She thinks so much of you and she has a heart of 
pure gold, Billy. She'd take you back any time. She wanted to know 
if you were going to watch her play basketball this season."
"Yeah, well, I always watch the girls' games. You know I never pass 
up a chance to look at chicks." Billy tried to laugh, but Mandy was 
staring back at him with a disgusted look on her face.
"Well, look, Mandy, it's like this: JoAnn's a sweet girl and all. I 
like her, I really do, but it just can't work for us. She wants me 
to..., you know..., have it done. She thinks the sooner the better. 
Well, I'm not going to have it done; not ever!"
"Billy, you're not being realistic. No girl wants a boy who hasn't 
been tempered. It's going to be an awfully lonely life for you, 
Billy."
"Oh yeah? Well I might just get a job at one of those night clubs 
where men dance and strip for women. Those guys don't suffer from 
any lack of attention!"
"Is that really what you want, Billy? Do you just want to sell 
yourself? Besides, that only postpones it for a few years. Those 
guys finally all have it done too, because what are they going to 
do when they get older?  Can you imagine a guy over thirty who 
hasn't had it done? Yuck!!"
"Well some people can imagine it," Billy retorted. "My grandfather 
never had it done, and he was around women who loved him all his 
life."
"Well, I don't know about your grandfather, Billy. That was a long 
time ago. That was then, and this is now. You're starting to sound 
like one of those male rights wackos, you know, the nut nuts."
"You know the Supreme Court struck down a law that would have 
required boys to be neutered by a certain age, so that means they 
would agree with me, Mandy. Are you saying the Supreme Court is a 
bunch of wackos?"
 "Some of our laws are archaic, Billy, and the court only 
interprets the law. Ms. Hall, our civics teacher, says it's only a 
matter of time until we pass a constitutional amendment overcoming 
that obstacle - probably in the next year or two, so you might as 
well get used to the idea. Little boys aren't going to have the 
option of not growing up."
"Well, it doesn't really matter to me what laws they pass, because 
you know what I'm really going to do. I'm going to get a job with 
an oil company and go to Chad or Rwanda, or someplace like that. 
Men are still free to be men there. I'll spend my whole life there 
before I'll agree to be neutered like some house pet."
 "Billy, I don't know where you developed that reactionary, 
antisocial attitude, but it's dangerous. For centuries the world 
has been forced to endure war, oppression, and poverty at the hands 
of patriarchal tyrants, just so men could enjoy the feeling they 
get from their precious balls. You show me a boy who won't give up 
his balls and I'll show you a boy who shouldn't have balls!"
"Did Ms. Hall say that too?"
"So what if she did?"
"Well, maybe Ms. Hall is the wacko and not me. Have you ever 
thought about that?
"Hey you guys," Jim interrupted, "let's not fight. We're friends, 
remember."

Suddenly a soft muffled ring filled the air as the bell sounded for 
last period. There would be no more classes today because of the 
upcoming game. Everyone would soon be filing into the stadium for 
the big pep rally. Mandy bounded away to rejoin the other 
cheerleaders while Jim and Billy went to take their place on the 
field with the rest of the team.
Billy liked football, but there wasn't really anywhere you could go 
with it nowadays, not like in the old days. Football was mostly a 
high school sport anymore. The public had lost its infatuation with 
rough contact sports like football and hockey. America had joined 
the rest of the world in placing soccer at the top of its list of 
favorite sports. Pro football still had its aficionados, but they 
were an elite cult, more like antique car buffs or art collectors. 
The sport no longer captured the soul of the populace, and the big 
player salaries of the old days were gone. In most other sports, 
women's events were pretty much on a par with men's in popularity. 
Of course there weren't really any men anymore.
Billy, felt very fortunate to have known his grandfather, Jason 
Smythe, the only real man he ever knew. Billy's own father had been 
tempered several years before Billy was born. His mother had 
conceived from frozen sperm his father had deposited before the 
operation. Billy's grandfather had died of heart failure at age 
sixty-five - in bed with two beautiful women!
Billy was fifteen at the time. The circumstances surrounding the 
old man's death were treated as a family scandal and hushed up as 
quickly as possible. But to Billy, his grandfather's life, 
including the way he died (perhaps especially the way he died) was 
a tribute to his manhood. "When my time comes, that's the way I 
want to go!" Billy told himself. "Don't ever let them take your 
balls, Billy," his grandfather had told him, "that's the most 
precious thing you possess, it's the essence of what you are. If 
you have nothing else in this world, at least be a man. Die before 
you give that up!"
Jason Smythe had been a health food freak, never ate anything that 
wasn't organically grown. No chemical additives for him! This is 
what had saved his balls when all the other men of his generation 
were lining up to be castrated so they wouldn't die of testicular 
cancer. Men like Jason were an insignificant minority in the 
population, but he had passed his philosophy and his love of 
manhood on to his grandson.
Billy had many of his grandfather's old books. Most of the ones he 
possessed, his grandfather had given to him before he died. Billy 
also had the forethought and intuition to keep the more 
controversial books hidden behind a lose wall board in his closet 
and underneath the insulation in the attic. When the old man died, 
Billy's mother had most of Jason's books, movies, and CDs 
destroyed. She deemed these things inappropriate for the modern 
age. Billy's mother was an ardent feminist and despised the 
philosophy of her husband's father.
Billy's father, Herman, was a good-natured, pudgy little person who 
was always obedient to his wife. Billy liked his father, but never 
admired him. Billy's grandfather was his idol.
Many of Billy's dreams and fantasies about his future were inspired 
by settings and characters in his grandfather's books. He often 
envisioned himself living in some central African country, perhaps 
in a small two-story hotel with his balcony overlooking the dusty 
streets. There would be a cantina on the ground floor where large 
Casablanca fans slowly stirred the sultry tropical air. Dressed in 
khaki pants, expedition boots, a safari jacket, and a fedora, he 
might even carry a 9mm strapped to his waist or in a shoulder 
holster. Adventure would await him at every turn. Such were the 
fanciful images that danced about in young Billy's head.
There was so much more than just sex, when it came to being a man. 
Sex was important, perhaps the most important thing, but there was 
so much more. Manhood was an attitude, a way of life, an 
interaction with the world, camaraderie with other men, and much 
more. He had read works of Hemingway, Kipling, Melville, Sir Arthur 
Conan Doyle, Jack London, and many others. There were scores of 
others still, of whom he had only heard of and longed to read.  
Inside Billy's head there existed an alien world, a world that had 
come crashing down in the twinkling of an eye only forty years ago. 
So recently had it disappeared, and yet so thoroughly had it been 
forgotten; its philosophy and its values now unfathomable to 
today's generation of eunuchs, feminists, and sissified boys.

_____________________

Three o'clock Saturday afternoon found Billy waiting at the tram 
stop to catch the tram over to Mandy's house where he had agreed to 
meet with Jim and Todd. He had spent the morning helping his father 
rake leaves and clean the gutters on the house; it had helped get 
his thoughts off last night's game. The Zippers had played a good 
game, but the Gotham Ding Bats had edged them out 28 to 26.
Weekends after a loss were always a real drag, but it also had a 
sobering effect on Billy and his teammates. In the euphoria 
following a win everybody walked around on a cloud and felt 
invincible. It seemed like nothing was more important than the 
Metro Zippers and that the wonderful, triumphant here-and-now would 
last forever. Losing a game burst this little bubble and forced 
Billy seriously consider what he would do after high school and 
football were over. He felt ever more determined now to continue 
with his plan, the plan everyone else thought was immature and 
silly. He would go for a geology degree, get a job with an oil 
company in some Third World country then live his life in exile - 
as far away from this feminist "paradise" as he could get. He would 
not submit to being tempered!
"We men have worked ourselves out of a job," Jason Smythe used to 
say, half jokingly and half seriously. "We ran out of saber-toothed 
tigers to kill." Billy agreed with his late grandfather and saw 
wisdom in his words. The more that men had tamed the world, the 
less their services were needed. The need for brute strength was 
eliminated from job after job. Packages and containers were made 
smaller; tools were given more leverage; and anywhere physical 
strength and stamina were required for job performance, it was 
always technology to the rescue. Nowadays, there was hardly a job 
in industry or construction that couldn't be performed by a 110 
pound girl, and her greatest occupational hazard was getting a run 
in her pantyhose. For the more distasteful jobs like moving 
furniture, garbage collection, agricultural work, etc., there were 
always eunuchs - well, tempered males. Society frowned on the term 
"eunuch"; it was politically incorrect. The preferred term was 
simply "tempered males." This had a softer more innocuous ring to 
it and didn't conjure up images of an ancient patriarchal caste 
system. Most boys accepted the eventuality of their tempering just 
as naturally as they accepted the idea that they would someday 
graduate from school and get a job. Only a very few nonconformists 
like Billy wanted to grow up to be a real man - an anachronistic 
embarrassment to modern society.
The electric tram beeped its horn twice, glided to a stop, and 
Billy climbed abroad. Electric motors whirred efficiently as the 
tram pulled away and Billy's daydreams drifted to scenes in one of 
his grandfather's old DVD movies. He dreamed of listening to the 
growl of an internal combustion engine as his Land Rover coursed 
the trackless African savannas. "Someday...", he told himself. 
"Someday..."

Mandy's home was typical of her affluent suburban neighborhood. Her 
family had a large two-story home with a fully furnished basement 
and attic. Billy was greeted at the door by Mandy's fifteen-year-
old younger brother, Patrick.
"Everybody's down in the den in the basement," Patrick said, 
motioning for Billy to follow as he bounded back down the stairs. 
"Come on down."
Jim and his older brother, Todd, was there, along with Katrina and 
Mandy. Katrina gave Billy a big hug and a kiss since it had been so 
long since she had seen him. Katrina's warmth and vitality engulfed 
Billy as he inhaled the sweet, subtle fragrance of her cologne. 
Even through the thickness of her bulky sweater he could feel the 
soft warmth of her full breasts pressing against his body. His 
heart raced slightly, his breath became a little shorter, and he 
felt an involuntary tingle between his legs. Katrina's dark brown 
hair fell just below the waist of her blue jeans and Billy could 
not avoid entwining his fingers in it has he returned her embrace. 
As they exchanged greetings, she held him and just looked at him 
with her big brown eyes.
When Katrina finally released him and stepped back, Billy hoped no 
one would notice the bulge that had formed in his pants. He 
wondered if Todd could still have all those wonderful feelings now 
that he was a eunuch. Probably not, Billy thought. The whole point 
in having it done is to take away your ability to feel those 
things. Billy longed to know what it was like; what it would feel 
like to undergo the transition; what it would feel like afterward, 
but he would be quite content just to get that information from 
those who had already crossed over. He never wanted to experience 
it first-hand!
Todd still looked the same. He was no doubt on a basal dosage of 
hormone replacement therapy (HRT). That keeps a man from losing all 
his secondary sex characteristics so he doesn't appear to change - 
at least it makes the change occur very gradually. Basal HRT keeps 
most men from developing castration-related disorders, like 
osteoporosis, but is not enough to allow the average man to 
function sexually. Billy wondered if Katrina had given Todd any 
accelerated doses. Probably not, he thought. HRT is rather 
expensive. Basal HRT is subsidized by the government and is 
essentially free and a man doesn't need a female sponsor in order 
to qualify for it. Accelerated HRT dosages are heavily taxed, like 
tobacco and alcohol, inflating the price artificially, and can only 
be administered to a male under the sponsorship of a woman. 

"Billy," said Katrina, "I heard about you and JoAnn. That's so sad. 
I thought you liked JoAnn. What happened?"
"Well, it's not that I don't like JoAnn," Billy said, defensively, 
"it's just that she...,well...,she..."
"She want's to have him tempered," Jim interrupted, finishing 
Billy's thought.
"Why, Billy; that's wonderful! You should be happy."
"Well, I'm not. I don't want to be tempered. I'm fine like I am. 
I'm not ever going to be tempered!"
"Oh, Billy!" Katrina exclaimed in a humorous, admonishing tone, 
almost laughing. "You're such a silly boy. Billy, when a girl wants 
to have her boyfriend tempered, it's a sign she really loves him. 
She just wants to make him safe so they can be together."
"That's what JoAnn said. She said if I had it done I could sleep 
over at her house on weekends and her parents wouldn't mind. My mom 
was enthused too. She said she would be glad to have JoAnn sleep 
over with us too. But what's the point? What good is all that 
snuggling and cuddling if you can't feel anything?"
"Billy!" Katrina retorted, in her condescending voice, still 
appearing to be amused. "You obviously don't know what you're 
talking about, but I understand. You've still got those little boy 
ornaments hanging between your legs and can't think clearly." 
[Mandy unsuccessfully tried to stifle a snicker.] "I know you can't 
help it," Katrina continued, "you're just like a dog in rut. All 
men are like that until they've been tempered. After you've had it 
done you'll develop more mature emotions and attitudes. That's 
what's important for a lasting relationship."
"She's right," said Todd. "I was worried about it, just like you 
are, but now I realize how silly that was. I feel much closer to 
Katrina since I've had it done. I can appreciate her beauty and be 
affectionate without it just blowing my mind away."
Katrina smiled, and chuckling delightedly, grabbed Todd around the 
neck and kissed him. 
"Well, maybe I want to have my mind blown away by a beautiful 
girl!" Billy snapped defensively. "I don't see anything wrong with 
that."
"Billy, I promise," said Todd, "after the first few weeks you'll 
just wonder what all the fuss was about. And it feels so natural 
and comfortable. I wouldn't want to be back like I was for 
anything!"
"I don't care, Todd. If you like it, you like it, but I'm not going 
to trade in my balls for a pair of rubber Neuticles."
"Neuticles?" Todd asked. "Who said anything about Neuticles? I had 
a full scrotal. I feel so much lighter and cleaner now. You wanna 
see?"
"Katrina," said Mandy, "why don't we go upstairs for a few minutes 
if the boys are going to do show and tell."
Katrina just giggled and followed Mandy up the stairs.

With the girls gone, Todd unbuttoned his pants and slipped them 
down, along with his briefs, in one motion. Billy gasped aloud in 
surprise at what he saw. He had seen Todd before in the locker room 
and he had been a pretty normal-looking guy, but now his atrophied 
penis was no larger in diameter than a cigarette and only about 
half as long. His crotch looked almost hairless with just a light 
fuzzy remnant of his once robust curls and ringlets remaining. He 
had been shaved for the operation, and with the drop in his 
testosterone level, very little had grown back. But perhaps the 
most striking feature of Todd's crotch was the absence of balls; no 
scrotum; no remnant; nothing.
"Cool!" Patrick gasped.
"It's smaller," observed Billy, in a mater-of-fact tone as he tried 
to conceal his astonishment.
"Oh, sure," said Todd, "it shrinks a little after you have it done; 
some guys more than others. Katrina says those stories about girls 
liking big ones are just myths. Girls prize intimacy and a stable 
relationship. Until a guy has it done he can't really offer a girl 
much of either.
"And look at this," he continued, holding his small penis out of 
the way and spreading his legs slightly. "You can hardly tell there 
was ever anything there."
"No shit!" exclaimed Billy.
In the area where Todd's scrotum had been attached, there remained 
only a faint pink line. Todd looked for all the world as though he 
had been born that way.
"How come you went for that full scrotal thing rather than just the 
regular job," Billy asked.
"Well, Katrina said she really liked the look, and we both agreed 
that it would make a great statement of commitment. I've got to 
where I really like the feel of it too. You know how those things 
are always getting in the way and you sit on them or you get them 
in a bind and have to stand up and shake your pants to rearrange 
things. Well, I don't have to worry about that anymore. I love the 
clean, empty feel it gives me. It's great for any activity where 
you have to straddle something, you know, like riding a bicycle or 
sitting astride a railing or something. I never have to worry about 
wearing an athletic supporter anymore, and I especially like the 
way stretchy, spandex sportswear feels on me. I think the girls 
have been having all the fun!"
Todd chuckled weakly and the other boys laughed uneasily, 
attempting to relieve the unaccustomed tension in the air.
Billy felt a strange queasy tingle welling up in his gut. He was 
becoming erect looking at Todd's crotch, which Billy thought looked 
more like a girl's than a boy's and he found this very 
disconcerting. He kept telling himself that another boy should 
never elicit such feelings in him. Billy had always considered 
himself completely straight, but for the first time in his life he 
felt an overwhelming desire to butt-fuck Todd. Ashamed and 
embarrassed inside, he rationalized that Todd wasn't really a boy 
anymore either - not completely. Todd's little emaciated penis 
looked out of place and ridiculous, attached like a spurious 
appendage above his otherwise smooth, girlish crotch, covered with 
the downy remnants of his pubic hair.
"Have you ever thought of going all the way and becoming a nullo?" 
Patrick asked, with prurient curiosity in his voice. "A couple of 
guys at school say that's the way they're going to go."
"I have thought about it," Todd said, smiling somewhat sheepishly 
and pulling his pants back up. "I'm sure I'd like the look and 
feel, but it's awfully handy to be able to use the urinals or take 
a quick leak behind a tree when hiking. A nullo has to pull his 
pants down for everything."
The boys laughed once more in that tone that reflected the uneasy 
tension in the conversation.
"Besides," Todd continued, "Katrina says she's going to give me an 
accelerated dose of testosterone over the winter holidays this 
year, so I may find another reason not to be a nullo!"
"I think that would be a real big reason for me!" Billy exclaimed, 
as the boys laughed again. "Besides, I thought it was mostly 
lesbians that liked nullified men."
"That's changing, man," Patrick answered. "A lot of the younger 
straight chicks say they like the look and the control it would 
give them.
"Yeah," said Jim, "Mandy's even hinted that she would like me to be 
like that.
"That's stupid!" Billy fumed. "Nothing can be better than getting 
it, and if you get nullified you can't ever get it, not ever, for 
the rest of your life, no matter how much hormones you take. Shit, 
man, you couldn't even jack off! I'd never let a woman do that to 
me."
"Well, like I said," replied Todd, "I've thought about it and I 
don't think going null is anything I want to do soon - maybe never."
"Todd?" Billy asked, in a serious tone. "How long has it been since 
you've..., you know.., came, or even been hard?"
"Oh, I guess sometime last April," he said, looking thoughtful. "I 
could still get off for about three weeks after I had it done,  but 
my cum was real clear and thin, kind of like pre-cum. Then it got 
harder and harder to get it up and it would just be kind of half 
hard; some guys call that 'getting up a softie.' It took longer and 
longer to get off too, and my orgasms got so weak I could barely 
feel them. Then I got to where I couldn't even tell if I was 
getting off or not. I would just feel kind of relaxed and wouldn't 
want to try anymore. You know, like when you're finished. Katrina 
always thought it was cute when I did that." (Todd smiled 
sheepishly.) "Finally I got to where I didn't even try, or want to 
try. I guess I haven't tried since June."
"Well, did you and Katrina ever...,ah...?" Billy asked.
"No, we remained pure for each other until I had it done. Right 
after I was fixed I was kind of sore and Katrina said she didn't 
want to take a chance on getting me infected or anything. By the 
time we tried it all I could manage was a softie; it wouldn't go 
in."
Todd managed a smile and chuckled halfheartedly.
"Well, don't you miss it?" Billy asked.
"I did at first," Todd answered. "I even cried. They tell me most 
guys do. That was when I was so glad I had Katrina there for me. I 
would hate to have to go through it alone. I think my worst times 
were right after I had it done and then about three weeks later 
when I realized I wasn't going to be able to get off anymore. But 
after a couple of months I got used to it and it was no big deal. 
Like right now I'm looking forward to Katrina giving me that 
accelerated dose of testosterone over the holidays, but if she 
changes her mind, or I can't get it up, I won't worry about it. 
There are more important things in a relationship than getting it 
up and getting off. After you've had it done you'll understand."
"No, I won't ever understand," said Billy, "because I'm not ever 
going to have it done."
"I sort of know how you feel," said Jim. "I'm a little scared too, 
but it's just something you've got to have done sooner or later."
"Yeah," said Patrick, "my mom says it's got to be done for the good 
of society. It's like being vaccinated against disease. Look at 
what the world was like back before all the men had it done."
"Well, I don't think there was so much wrong with that world," 
Billy argued. "Most of what you've been told is just feminist 
propaganda."
"Say," Todd said, trying to change the topic and lighten up the 
conversation,  "I want to let you guys in on a little secret. 
Katrina and I are going to get married at spring break this year - 
on the anniversary of me having it done. We haven't officially 
announced yet, but I wanted you guys to be the first to know."
As the other boys offered their congratulations they were 
interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and then Mandy's feet 
skittering down the stairs.

(Continued in part 2)