He came out of the doctors’ office into the bright summer Seattle sky. To say he was in shock would be an understatement. Sitting down on a nearby bench Carl was reviewing what the doctor told him.

Dr O’Malley “Carl I have some bad news and you need to think it over and take action. Not taking action is a death sentence for sure. You have testicular cancer and the biopsy shows it spreading. This is not something any man wants to hear but it is spreading into your erectile tissue.” Carl had demanded a second opinion. The shock was a direct result of the second doctor who said it was spreading even more rapidly than the first.

Carl was 47 and a very bi bottom. He was fairly successful and did not want to think about losing both his testicles and his cock. In his younger days he had serviced platoons of women, finding them on the internet and then dumping them. Always returning to a closeted homosexual life. There has to be another option, and he would get off his dead ass and go search the internet for ideas.

On Google he entered terms like eunuch, nullification, finding a lot of sites for men with a fetish for self mutilation. Well wouldn’t they be happy to be in his shoes. While reading stories on the eunuch archive for some hope, he ran across a couple of stories where the main character wasn’t nullified but had is dick made into a pussy. The same operation transgender males used to become female.

Since he was a man pleaser he liked the idea. Another hole to fuck was a much better idea than nullification with possibly a chance to continue to orgasm. Carl searched for Doctors that would perform the SRS operation and got on the phone. After explaining the situation several times Carl came to the conclusion that no doctor in the US or Canada was going to do the op without a psychologist’s recommendation. He simply didn’t have the time. After visiting some sites for preop TG’s he found DR Prichot in Thailand was highly recommended. He sent an email explaining his situation and the need for expediency. They replied within hours. Yes the doctor would do the operation. Bring his records and come as quickly as possible.

That afternoon Carl was on a plane to Phuket, Thailand even the name was ironic. Should have been fuck me Thailand he laughed.  The consultation went smoothly and very professionally. DR Prichet seems very concerned and sympathetic. He explained the procedure would be to remove both testicles and all of the erectile tissue. Then he would form a pocket in Carl’s abdomen and turn his penis inside out. He would use the glands at the end of the penis to form a clitoris. He would then need to dilate his new pussy every few hours during his recovery. Dr Prichet seemed to think he could have sex in as little as 3 months and at the most 6 months. There was talk about what the neovagina would look like. Dr Prichet assured him he could fool a gynecologist; the DR also mentioned he would need upon returning home. DR Prichet was confidant that the cancer would all be removed. Forms were signed and a cashier’s check handed over.

He had a sedative to help him sleep his last night as a man. Instructions not to eat or drink. Honestly it was no longer bothering him. He was becoming excited at the idea of being a man with a vagina. He fell asleep wondering what it would be like to be fucked.

He was awoken the next day in a flurry of activities, his pubic area was carefully shaven and IV’s were started. He was given another sedative to take the edge off. Loaded onto a gurney and taken to the operating room. The medical staff was professional and efficient. Fast than he believed possible he was drifting off to sleep.

Waking was like walking or staggering up a long dark hallway with a bright light at the end. When he awoke a nurse was patting his arm and telling him everything went great. Carl was very groggy and soon nodded off again. He awoke to a dull ache in his groin that was getting sharper with every passing moment. A nurse came in and explained the machine that administered pain relief. When he pushed the button it was automatically dispensed into his IV. She also told him not to overdue it because the doctor was making his rounds. Carl couldn’t stand it any longer when the nurse left the room and he lifted his sheet and tried to get a look at his crotch, all he could see was bandages. When the doctor came in he told Carl the good news. Not only had the neo vagina construction gone very well the biopsy had shown clean margins around his cancer. Carl was also told he has been drifting in and out for seventy two hours. It was time to remove the packing and dilate his vagina for the first time. The bandages were removed and he was given a mirror and warned that the swelling would go down with time. Well he didn’t expect it to look perfect, it was bruised and swollen with stitches but it defiantly resembled a pussy. The nurse handed the doctor a stent and he proceeded to start to work it in. When at last it was up to 6 cm he stopped and smiled at Carl. That was the worst one he told him. It defiantly wasn’t a joy ride but Carl intended to do just as instructed, he wanted his new pussy fully functional.

Time passed slowly as it does in a hospital. Every day being a little bit better. After ten days he was dilating six times a day and it was better with each dilation. Every time he bumped up to a larger size it was painful but Carl was a real trooper. Sitting to pee was odd at first. Wiping afterwards even odder. Finally the time came for Carl to go home. He and the nurses exchanged hugs and shook the doctors hand loaded up in a cab headed to the airport. Sitting was slightly painful and briefs defiantly felt strange, Carl decided to switch to panties, thinking it more appropriate.

At home he took another two weeks off and healed. He was feeling much better and decided that it was time to find a doctor. One of his gay friends had mentioned that one of the local gynecologists was gay. A couple of phone calls netted him a name and he called for an appointment. The nurse who was making the appointments told him he had the wrong doctor. He assured her that he needed a gynecologist. She asked him if he knew what a gynecologist was, he assured her he did. Finally deciding that Carl wasn’t going to go away and that they would probably refer him to a psychologist she made the appointment for the following day. When Carl arrived he was greeted by a skeptical receptionist who handed him the medical history forms, it was going to be a long morning. Finally he turned in the paperwork and the nurse took him to an exam room, told him to disrobe and cover himself with a sheet on the exam table. The nurse said in a sarcastic voice when she reentered the room, “If you are going to have a gyno exam you have to have your feet in the stirrups.” Carl complied and the Nurse took his temp and blood pressure and told him the doctor would be in soon to see him.

When the doctor came in he did a double take of Carl and sat down to read his chart. Finally making a sigh because he was sure he had a nut case on his hands came over and lifted the sheet. The nurse’s mouth dropped open and the doctor even had to hide his surprise. He asked how long post op Carl replied four weeks. The doctor examined him and said everything was healing nicely. He wanted him to see a cancer specialist to make sure they had got it all and told him to schedule another appointment in eight weeks. Carl saw the cancer specialist who ran some tests and pronounced Carl cancer free. Carl was healing and all was good in his world.

The only thing bothering Carl was that he just wasn’t horny at all. Maybe it was too soon and his new equipment was quite tender. Carl decided one weekend to go down to the adult book store and visit a glory hole. Sucking cock always got Carl going in the past. Carl sucked three cocks that afternoon including a very impressive black one. Nothing, Carl was very discouraged.

When he returned to the gynecologist after the exam he asked the doctor about it. The Gyno thought it was hormonal and asked Carl whether he wanted to be a man or a woman. Carl didn’t hesitate he said of course he wanted to be a man. The good doctor then prescribed testosterone injection to be taken weekly and a follow up in another eight weeks. Carl injected the drugs and his libido grew. By the time the next appointment came around he was hornier than a three peckered billy goat. After the exam but before Carl put his clothes back on the doctor asked the nurse to leave the room. Carl I want to talk to you man to man. “I think that what you have been through is very traumatic to any man but you have kept a great attitude here. I think you are ready for sex, what are your plans?” Carl replied that he had always been bi sexual with a leaning towards men and it was his intention to get laid at the very first opportunity. While Carl talked the doctor idily ran his fingers over Carl’s new sex. “Carl you know I am gay” Said the doctor. “I think you will be surprised how well you will be accepted. After all it’s not pussy that gay men don’t like, it’s what it is attached to” All the time the doctor’s fingers were running over his new pussy Carl grew more and more excited. The doctor was working a finger in and out. Finally Carl couldn’t stand it any longer. “Are you going to do me or not doc?” The doctor grinned and took at a very average hard on, “I thought you would never ask” e thoughrly lubed it and while Carl’s feet were in the stirrups he started to work his dick in. “How does that feel?” “Great” replied Carl. Then the doctor started to push in and out. His balls slapping Carl’s ass. He quickly worked himself into a grunting heaving stud. Carl was feeling very good there was still some numbness but over a dick in his body felt natural. Finally the doc shot his load.

As the doc’s cum dribbled down the crack of his ass, the doctor asked him what he thought. Carl just replied like the bitch I was meant to be.