Note to Bryan: I hope this doesn't seem too tongue-in-cheek...


“On the Cutting Edge”

The evidence had become insurmountable. The medical community had been
reluctant to publish, but science must go forward and the truth will
come out eventually. Castration  seemed like the thing to do.  The
studies showed that, after maturity, when the bones have properly
developed, castration was highly beneficial to a man’s health and life
span. The sooner the better, too.  25 was the mean recommended age for
testicle removal.

Jill Tamms had been at the top of her class in medical school. She was
the youngest in her graduating class and started a flourishing practice
in urology. She specialized in men’s health.  Jill was convinced of the
accuracy of the castration studies and got involved in the movement
early.  Jill and the castration movement boosted each other to fame when
she destroyed her opponent on national television during a debate. As a
well known successful urologist and former star student, Jill was asked
to take the pro-castration side against Dr. Dan Kravick, a former
Surgeon General hopeful.  Jill won because she had the facts on her
side. But the nation was stunned when Kravick finally threw his notes
down and stormed off the podium, stammering “M-m-men j-j-just aren’t
supposed to take their n-n-nuts off like this!”

I was fortunate enough to live in the same town where Jill practiced. My
regular doctor, a male, was acquainted with Jill. I was a health nut in
the first place - concerned with exercise, diet and all that - but I was
always looking to improve.  During my regular exam, after receiving the
usual congratulations on my excellent health, I asked my doctor what
more I could do. He smiled and shook his head. I then asked, “What do
you think about Jill Tamms?”  He drew a long breath and slowly exhaled.
He turned his gaze from the distance and faced me. “She’s right. What
more can I say?” he confessed.  My doctor was kind enough to have his
office contact hers, and set me up with a consultation.

Jill’s practice was becoming overbooked, and I had to wait a few weeks
to get in. During that time, it had come out that Jill had a lesbian
lover. Jill’s PR advisers were against holding a press conference, but
she did anyway. Jill skillfully turned the media event to her advantage.
The gay issue was soon passed over in favor of a question and answer
session in which Jill painted an even rosier picture of the castration
practice.

“Why are you against male sexuality?” asked one tormentor.  “I’m not!”
Jill explained. “I treat impotence all the time! But geldings usually
can’t function and experience has shown that they are happier when kept
asexual.“ 

She had an answer for everything.


It was exciting to finally meet Jill. She had received my history from
my regular doctor and seemed eager to work with a health nut like me.
At one point,  she sat me down at her computer. She said, “I need to
establish a baseline. What kind of women turn you on?” The data base
contained photos of  any kind of woman you could name.  I could describe
a woman and her state of dress, and the program would quickly come up
with an image. Jill had me select my five favorites. Finally, Jill gave
me a standard set of photos and asked me to rate them all in terms of
desirability.  I definitely preferred some more than others. Every
number from “0” to “10” was represented in this group of girls.

Jill asked me if I ever considered castration a turn on. I admitted that
the idea was compelling in a naughty way and I had even posted some
stories on the internet when I first got a computer in the late 1990’s.
She seemed to like this and had me outline my favorite fantasies.

Jill probed my sexual history and interests briefly, then said, “I
assure you that soon after castration your desire and interest in sex
will disappear. You won’t miss a thing. You won’t be able to perform,
but I promise that you won’t care, either.  You’ll have all of the
health benefits of castration with no real cost.”

I agreed to the operation and scheduled for the next day.

Jill and her team were quick and efficient at performing the
orchidectomy. I shaved myself before I came to the doctor’s office. Once
I was on the table, a quick iodine scrub was followed by the anesthetic.
The nurse had just finished scrubbing me and Jill injected my sack
without hesitation.  Within a few minutes, she was at work.  I could
feel the doctor working down there, but only in a numbed and painless
way. I felt a dull snip when she made the incision. At first, I felt
them tussling my balls around a lot, but the sensations stopped near the
end of the procedure. I could not feel Jill stitching me up at all.  I
was surprised when the team finished.

Jill asked to keep my balls as part of her collection and I readily
agreed. I was glad to know that she would be keeping them with her.

After I was healed from my castration, Jill removed my scrotum and
smoothed the skin in its place.  I allowed her to keep the sack as a
sort of prize. She had it tanned and stuffed with fake testicles, and
now displays it with a few others.  

Jill scheduled regular office visits for me after I was neutered.  It
took me less than three months to become asexual and lose all interest
in sex. Erections were also gone.  Jill ensured her patients were neuter
by sometimes using drugs and hormones to support the castration, but I
was an easy case. 

Jill always called up the girlie pictures to see how far along the
neutering process I had come.  After three months, I could no longer
rate my favorite pictures with a “10”. I had completely lost interest.
When I looked at the “standard set” of photos,  I could no longer tell
which of the women were most desirable. I simply had no interest and had
no reason to prefer one  girl over another.

It was almost a year and a half after my balls were removed and time for
another check up with Jill.

“The scrotum site has healed perfectly!” she said, obviously pleased
with her work.  She took my small, atrophied penis between her thumb and
finger and masturbated it as she spoke with me. “How does this feel -
good, bad, ticklish, or what?”  she asked. “It’s not particularly
sensitive” I said. After a minute or two she agreed: “Little stubby is
staying asleep!” she joked. Satisfied that she was getting no reaction,
she was able to perform the usual task of measuring me. She called out
the latest dimensions to the nurse: “Length, 1.25 inches. Circumference,
2.4 inches.”  

“Any problems here I should know about?” she asked. She continued to toy
with my lifeless stub as we conversed. I replied, “Yes, but not medical
in the strictest sense of the word.”  “I’m sure I can help!” she said,
with her usual confidence.  I felt silly, but needed to explain that I
had trouble using the bathroom. Standing was no longer practical and
even sitting had become a problem. There just wasn’t enough left down
there for me to properly get hold of and aim.

She then directed the conversation to psychological aspects. She said,
“Tell me, when was the last time you had even the slightest thought of
sex.”  I admitted that as late as a month ago I had spent  a few minutes
recalling a wonderful blow job my first girlfriend had performed.  A
month before that I saw a girl in a parking lot who reminded me of my
second girlfriend and some of the wilder times we had. In both cases, I
was not aroused, and didn’t feel like I was missing anything now that
I’m a gelding.  I said that the memories were devoid of passion, but
Jill seemed concerned anyway.

Jill said, “I want to schedule you for penectomy including relocating
the urethra. You’ve given me two reasons. First of all, after the
operation, you will be able to sit on the commode like a girl, and your
plumbing will actually be slightly more convenient than a girl’s, too.
Second, there are psychological levels where you need to convince
yourself here and now that sex is really over for you. You need to let
go of it now. A penectomy will snap you out of it. This might sound
harsh, but it really isn’t, since you were castrated voluntarily.
Penectomy will make you a stronger, happier gelding in the long run.”

By now I automatically did whatever Jill suggested. She was always
right. She performed the penectomy with her usual skill and I recovered
quickly.  I am pleased with my new plumbing. I have no more
complications in the bathroom.  I enjoyed being a sexless neuter from
the start, but getting rid of “stubby” really did give me the mental
boost that Jill promised. Seeing myself smooth down there helps to keep
me in line. I have become a model gelding and I seem to like it more as
time goes on.