Raised a Catholic, I was imbued with guilt...

I    went  to confession, as one does, and the priest took me to himself. I felt privileged, being just fourteen.  I admit to being surprised when, in the vestry, he slipped his hand up my trouser leg and felt my balls. What was I suppose to make of that?  I admit it gave me a frisson of pleasure but, at the same time, I didn't know how to deal with it...

  In the future, what was I to do? Forgive me father?  No way.

   Sometime later, I was again in his presence. He tried to maintain his dominance and verbally dominate me...I was out of his league in this regard, obviously, but I had a small advantage about which he had no idea. As I expected, he tried his luck again. As he went for my balls, I pretended to go along with it but, behind my back, I held a knife at the ready. I let him start to suck me off, I even enjoyed it a bit and for a moment let it go on. Then, though I was partly for the pleasure, I couldn't get away from my basic feeling, and I stuck the knife into the back of his neck. As I did this, it caused him to bite my penis, taking the head of it straight off. I hadn't expected that. Blood shot out of me all over the place..I must have passed out. Next thing I knew, I awoke in a hospital bed.

  The surgeon said that I would be permanently disabled. There was no way he could offer me a solution to my penile amputation.I could carry on and live my life as a mutilated male or, if I wanted, I could attempt a life as a transexual.

After a bit of thought, that was my choice. 

It's a great shock to a man, particularly a young one, at the start of his life, with his hormones in full flood and enormous sexual pleasure to anticipate, to be denied his birthright.

 Nevertheless, that was my choice. Within a few days I was admitted to a suitable clinic. I was counselled, advised, and bullshitted to an enormous degree but, the bottom line was, it was my choice - although I didn't exactly feel that was the way to put it since my maleness had already been taken away. 

   So , it came to pass that, in addition to my penis loss, my balls and scrotum were casually excised. A cosmetic vagina was constructed. I was pumped up with female hormones and had  hair removal by electrolysis and creams.

   I have to say that, after a while, I felt quite good. I had always felt that I was a fully fleged male. But now, I seem to feel that being feminized  wasn't that bad.

   My mood now is calmer, I appreciate clothes more, I just love shoes and I also love the fact that my hair is glossier and my skin is smoother. I have also noticed that I am developing breasts, my bum is more comely and I don't hardly have to shave any more.

   On top of that, I can still have an orgasm, although strangely, it seems  the pleasure is now located close to my bottom area.
 
   I have absolutely no idea what will happen next...