It’s a sunny morning when I wake up. Today’s the day. I smile to myself knowing that very soon I’m going to be a proud Muslim woman ready for marriage. My boyfriend’s sister is with me for support and to make sure I go through with the necessary surgery. She need not worry of course, I was raised in the Islamic faith, my own (adopted) sisters went through this and now it’s my turn. I get out of bed and stretch my arms before going to the loo to beginning getting ready for the day ahead.

“Make sure you shave your pussy hair again.”

“I will.” I say to Nasira. “There’s only a little bit of stubble though.” I can’t see, but can feel the tiny bits of blonde hair poking their way above the flat milky white skin of my female sex. I feel down around the bend and touch my clit. It’s going to be weird once it’s removed, but I’ll get used to it.

10am

We arrive at the clinic. It’s one of the better clinics in Egypt. I follow Nasira in as she can speak the local language, my grasp is still poor but I know a few of the basics. “I hope they don’t mind us being a little late.”

“This is Emma Constantine.”

I hear Nasira telling the receptionist all about my appointment. The young woman smiles at me in a friendly and understanding way. She’s obviously been ‘fixed’ too and so can understand my mix of nervous apprehension and sense of pride in doing what must be done for the sake of my husband and my forthcoming marriage.

“We must follow her.”

I follow the receptionist, Maseena, and Nasira to a small room. It’s decorated in white and steel. There’s a chair/bed that looks like a cross between something used for a pap smear and giving birth. There can be no mistaking that I sit here. The receptionist speaks hurriedly to Nasira.

“You must remove your clothes.”

I nod, having expected this. I have dressed accordingly, I remove my hear wear, then my dress and finally my bra and knickers. The receptionist speaks again.

“Get in the chair Emma. The surgeon will be here soon. She will operate on you.”

I sit in the chair and the other two women take my legs and put them in the special straps to keep the spread wide apart, my female sex is on view to them both and they chat wildly in Arabic.

“Maseena says she’s never seen a white woman’s vagina before. She says you are the first one to come to this clinic.”

“I’d have thought it would be more common, what with it becoming a more mainstream practice. I know a few women online who elected to have theirs removed because they were into that sort of thing.”

“Our way is one of devotion and love.”

“You’re right Nasira.” I say. “I do this for myself as much as your brother.”

“My brother was wise to ask you to marry him. Mother agrees with me, we care not that you were born as an infidel, you heard the calling as a child and you welcomed the true faith into your heart.”

“I could do no different.” I reply. “Mum didn’t want to fix me like my sisters, because she was unsure of my devotion, and I never had a serious boyfriend until your brother, so there was no need until now we plan to marry and have sex.”

“I hope for many nieces and nephews. With a mother like you I know they will grow up to be healthy and bright.”

“We’ll see how many we have after I give birth to the first one.” I reply with a smile. “What time does the surgeon get here?” The door opened on cue and a middle-aged woman entered.

“You are Emma? Yes, very nice vagina, good strong clitoris, not too small or big. You will be easy to cut.”

“Thank you for this.” I say to the surgeon.

“Your husband will appreciate your sacrifice. You will have more intimate sex, more tender, the clitoris gets in the way of true love making, it is a left over from our biology, if you had been a boy it would have turned into a penis but luckily you are not, so you don’t need it at all.”

“I never looked at it like that before.” I say. “That makes sense.” She uses a combination of masturbation and surgical clamps to get to my clit from the feminine folds of my groin.

“There she is...the cause of all your problems. A simple injection or two to numb the pain, then we can begin.”

I gasp at the sharp pricks in my most sensitive of areas, but a quick numbness replaces it and I begin to feel what it’s like to not have a clit anymore even though its still there.

“I’m here for you Emma.”

Nasira took my hand. “Thank you.”

“I remember when it was me sitting there. I was so scared and yet so proud.”

“I feel happy.” I reply honestly. “I love your brother so much. This is such a small thing to do for the sake of our marriage.” I don’t feel it as the surgeon pulls my little clit out as far as she can and then slices deeply to get as much out as she can. Then there’s a brief smell of burning and I know she’s cauterised the wound.

“There we go young lady; you are ready for marriage now. I recommend three days bed rest and no masturbation for a week, after that you may use a clean dildo or vibrator. You should refrain from sex with your boyfriend for another week after that, to make sure you avoid infection.

“Can I see it?” I ask. “Do you have a mirror Nasira?”

She takes out a mirror and angles it between my legs until I can see that it’s red and swollen and lacking a certain little bump. “The hood’s gone too.”

“No need for it now, there’s nothing left for it to protect.”

She shows me the severed clit; it’s almost two inches long! “I never knew there was so much of it!”

“There’s more still left inside of you, but it’s not sensitive, only the tip was and that’s gone now, so you are a good and dutiful Muslim woman.”

“Yes.” I reply. “Thank you.”

“You can dress now, Maseena will give you surgical padding to put inside your panties, to keep the area clean and hygienic. Replace them every day.”

“Thank you.” I say to the surgeon and Maseena. I hug them both and Nasira for good measure. It feels so good to be free of my clitoris.”

12pm

“Rest, Emma.”

I lie back down in my bed. “I am.”

“Good. You need plenty of rest. I felt weak and giddy for days after my clit was removed.”

“I do feel a little giddy.” I smile. “When can we telephone home? I want to tell him I’m fixed, for him.”

“Later. Right now you need to focus on healing. What’s it like, having sex without a clit?” I’d already quizzed Nasira for weeks about life without a clit, which I was enjoying. However I had worries about more intimate aspects of life.

“It is all I have ever known. My own husband is satisfied with our sex life and I have no complaints. It is intimate and enjoyable. I never had sex with my clit still attached, so I do not know any different. Perhaps you can tell me more about how different it is?”

“Your brother and I have only had sex twice, as you know. He was curious about my clit but on the whole he left it alone as I said the other day. It’s really only been there for my own enjoyment, but on the whole I do get more enjoyment from having my nipples played with and suckled.”

“Yes, I like that a lot.”

“I can’t wait to have sex with him again.” I sigh and close my eyes. Maybe I’ll dream about having sex with my boyfriend? Maybe I’ll dream about other things too?