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My husband surprised me one day, right in the middle of some wonderful foreplay. He said, “I wish I had labia lips as beautiful as yours.” I laughed and told him that they were his to do with as he wished. But he told me that though he loved mine, he wanted his own. I said, well, that’s just not possible. But then he shocked me by telling me a secret passion that he said he just couldn’t keep from me any longer. He said, “I’ve never liked my balls, and I wish I could get rid of them.” I was dumbfounded. I told him that I liked his balls and that without them we wouldn’t be able to have sex. I reminded him that without his balls, his penis would go limp and shrink. Then he shocked me again, he said, “Not if I wear testosterone patches or rub on testosterone jell.” I asked him were he learned about that and he said as I suspected, “From Fran.” Fran is my sister and she’s a Plastic Surgeon at Memorial Hospital. I said, “When did you talk to her about this?” He said, “A couple of months ago at the beach. I saw this article in a magazine about a transsexual and we started talking about it. Fran told me about a man who came to her office and wanted her to reshape his genitals. He said his wife wanted him neutered and wanted his urethra repositioned so that he had to pee sitting down. He was willing to pay cash, so Fran fulfilled her wishes and to top it off, she sealed off the tip of his penis so that it looks like it never had a pee hole. Fran said he could still get erections with testosterone patches.” So that’s what you want too, I said? You want Fran to castrate you and reposition your urethra? You can’t be serious?” But he said he was, but he told me he didn’t want exactly the same thing. I said, “What do you want?” He said, “I want labia lips!” And how are you going to get them, “I said?”
Well, he said, “If you allow me to get castrated, Fran can make labia lips from my scrotum.” I told him that this was way to much for me and I’d have to talk to Fran. So the next day I called my sister. She was as shocked as I was and apologized for bringing up the subject. I told her I loved my husband but I was afraid that this would change him. Fran assured me that he’d only change in small ways. And she told me that I might even like the changes. She said she wouldn’t do anything without my permission. Finally, after a few months of nagging and hours of discussing, I started to like the idea of having a neutered husband with labia lips. He was in great shape and promised to stay as fit as possible, even though I would control his testosterone. Meaning that when I wanted sex, I would administer the patches. Fran set up the surgery and on one early Monday morning I walked my husband into her office. I was allowed to watch and assist if I wanted. They gave my husband a spinal and after the lower half of his body went numb, we all watched. Fran asked him one last time if he was sure he wanted to go through with this and he said he was. He was watching, I was watching, when Fran made the first incision, straight through the middle of his sack. His balls didn’t fall out and there wasn’t much blood. She was using some special scalpel that prevented bleeding. She worked on the right testicle cutting some covering as she called it and all at once the testicle was free. It wasn’t exactly what I expected it was kidney shaped sort of and was attached by a long cord. Fran tied this cord with some special thread and then asked me if I wanted to do the honors. I looked at my husband and he assured me it was alright, so I took some strange looking scissors and cut the cord where Fran had told me. I was then holding my husbands testicle by these scissors. I brought it up to him and we looked at it close. Fran then took the scissors and laid the testicle on the table. It was time for the left one, as I took the scissors, I got a sudden twinge of excitement between my legs. I took the scissors and with one quick snip! I had castrated my lover and I couldn’t stand up, I tried to hide it, but I had had an incredible orgasm. I swung around the back of the table and sat down. I had never felt that before and doubted if I would ever feel it again. To get so excited over castrating my lover, it seemed odd and special at the same time. I still can’t figure it out, but I’ll never forget it. I was drained. Then a smiling nurse handed me his balls. They were in a jar and I put them in my pocketbook for safe keeping. Once the testicles were removed, Fran got right to work with the remaining scrotum. She fashioned it into inner and outer labia. But she said you wouldn’t be able to recognize it as such for weeks. She bandaged my husband and he remained in the hospital overnight. The next morning when he went tried to pee, he noticed he had a plastic hose that protruded out the bottom of the bandages. Fran had repositioned his urethra. My husband looked at me and I looked at him, and then we giggled. We thought if Fran did that, she must have also sealed off his original pee hole. (And she had!) For the next several weeks we anxiously awaited the results of his plastic surgery. As we waited, we discussed his sexual feelings on a daily basis. Fran had told us that his testosterone would drop almost immediately. She said that he would stop having erections and that he would probably start having tremor like feelings in his breasts. It was hard to notice a whole lot of changes because of the bandages, but my husband assured me that he was not waking up with any erections. About eight weeks later, Fran took off the bandages and we all gasped! My husband had a vagina with perfect labia and one exception, he had a large clitoris. At least that’s what it looked like. I touched it slightly and it seemed perfect, except it was fake. I pushed my finger in between the lips, but it only went in a half inch or so. It wasn’t a true vagina, but it sure looked like one. I was impressed. Fran then told us that if I used the testosterone sparingly, that the penis would shrink further, making my husband look as if he truly had a vagina. So that’s what I did. For the next three months I never gave my husband any testosterone and I kept it hidden from him lest he was tempted to try it. What wonderful changes took place. He became more loving, more caring, more unselfish. He took care of me and said he didn’t even miss having sex. Finally, on a cold Saturday afternoon, I made him lay on the bed and checked out his new genitals. They were beautiful. At 33, he looked like a muscular man, but his hair wasn’t near as dark and his penis, my penis was small and soft and delicious. It sat there barely exposed, it had shrunk considerably and it seemed like it didn’t want to play. So I ran and got two testosterone patches and put them on my man. It would take hours before anything might happen. I called my sister, and I told her what I had done. I asked her to come over and she said she would in an hour or so. I made my husband stay in bed. Finally Fran arrived, and she had a friend with her. She said her friend was going to be castrated in a week or so and she thought he might benefit from seeing my husband. I asked my husband if it was alright, and he consented. We stood there around the bed, talking and watching my husband’s exposed genitals. Finally Fran asked me to try and help him get an erection. So I slowly massaged his penis and labia. I took some hand cream and started to pump his micro-penis up and down with two fingers, nothing. We were all disappointed. Fran said it’s just a matter of time. She assured me that with enough testosterone it would spring to life. They all left after about an hour. My husband got up and got dressed and we went for a walk. It was beautiful and warm, when we got in bed he held me and caressed my breasts and kissed me from my knees to my . . . . that’s when I felt it. His penis was hard. I tore off his underwear and sure enough he had an erection. Not as big as I remember, but it was at least 4 inches long. I stuffed that penis into my womanhood as fast as I could. It felt softer then before his castration, but it still felt great! I could hardly believe it. There I was, having intercourse with a penis and labia. I dismounted and began to suck it up and down. I licked his labia lips and pulled on them with my teeth as he had done to me. Soon we both erupted into a furious orgasm and laid quietly side by side for a long time. Finally I said, “I’m glad I castrated you! And I love my new lips!”
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