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I live in Russia, where we have a nice tradition to go to the public baths once a week, no matter whether you have a bath at home or not. At childhood my mom always took me and my younger sister to the women baths. there I first saw a pussy and loved it. I knew I had something different between legs and didn't like it. Sometimes Dad took me to the men baths and there I didn't like at all the sight of men genitals, specially their dangling balls. I always asked Mom to take me with her, I felt like I was a girl. But once I realized that I was a male.
Once playing with my sister in the baths she accidently happehed to slap my nude balls with her hand. The pain was so sharp I grubbed my balls and fell on the wet floor. All the little girls in the bath gathered around me and started giggling. Most of them didn't understand what had happened, they never seen ballbusted boy before. Their Moms told them about men balls and how sensitive they were. The girls giggled even more. Clutching my aching balls I was looking at the nude women and girls and envied them not having those balls between their legs, I envied them their pussies and wanted to be a girl. Since then I started terribly envying girls their body. Soon Mom said that my weenie and balls are growing bigger and I must stop going to the women baths. She said I could scare little girls with my privates. It was terrible. My genitals were not only vulnerable and helpless, they awfully looked and could scare a girl. I couldn't imagine a girl's pussy was able to scare anyone. One more point for envy. And I would never see so many nude women any more and just doomed to see those funny low-hanging scrotums in the men baths. I remembered the feeling that was within me when nude women laughed at me clutching my aching balls. I wanted to feel it again, I wanted my balls busted and girls laughing at my pain. And I persuased Mom to take me to the women baths for the last time.... In Russia people visiting the baths always go to the steam room, it's like a sauna but more steamy, and there everybody whips their body with a bunch of birch twigs. It's a kind of massage. In the men baths I noticed that while whipping the front part of the body men always covered their groin with a hand, protecting their balls, while women whipped themselves without any protection. So Mom took me and sister to the steam room. All women around were whipping each other with their brunches. I gave mine to my sister and said: "Whip my back," and in a minute: "Now whip my pussy," Sister smiled: "You silly, you don't have a pussy, you have balls and if I hit them they will ache a lot. "No matter, just whip my front." "Okay," and she raised her hand with the brunch and then slapped it against my groin. A score of twigs whipped my little balls, sharply hitting all the nerve endings of my vulnerable gonads. The pain was awful, I screamed, grabbed my nuts and suddenly slipped on the wet floor. Trying to get my ballance I took my hands off the groin and oh, hit my balls against the corner of a wooden bench. The pain multiplied and in such a heat I just passed out. I came to my senses lying on a bench in a shower room. All women surrounded me, Mom pouring cold water over my balls. They ached like hell. I clutched them trying to calm the pain down. The girls around were giggling. One of them clutched her groin, grimaced and cried out: "Oh my balls, my balls." The others burst in laughter. I stared at their pussied and envied. My balls hurting, I craved to have a pussy. I didn't want to be a boy. I reached my hand out and touched Mommy's pussy. The feeling was wonderful. I wished I could touch myself between my legs and feel a pussy down there. But the balls were still aching the same.
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