My name is Kyle. Really just your average American Joe, six foot tall with brown hair, going a bit gray, blue eyes and a slightly athletic build. Usually found dressed in black pants, a tee-shirt and steel-toed boots. Nothing extraordinary by any means. No one who would stand out in a crowd or even turn many heads. Handsome in a boyish kind of way, though I'd never make the cover of a magazine or make it big as a soap opera star, not that I'd ever want to. I work on and off as a mechanic and sometimes I do some moving heavy equipment and cleaning work. I can fix most anything, though I've never really applied myself to much of any particular thing, just kind of floating through life like a dry leaf caught in a perpetual whirlwind, going round and round but never really getting anywhere. I've done my share of things, though they were long ago and not really that bad compared to the indiscretions of some of my fellow humans. I have tried hard to make amends with my past and those that I have wronged, though there are things in my brain which will haunt me for the rest of my days, but I am prepared to deal with that, it is my doing and I am the one who must live with it. But, enough about me, on with the story......

Mandi and I chatted via Yippy! Messenger for nearly a year to the day before we decided we would like to meet each other in person. Things went well between us straight from the start, we had lots to chat about and many things in common, though enough different to keep things interesting. We both like the same sorts of music. We both love old cars, she likes to drive them fast and I like to fix them when they break down. We both love books and reading, she collects them and I like to sell them online. We have both tried our hand at writing and though we've each come up with some very nice short stories, neither one of us has ever been published professionally. Conversely she likes to dress up nice, in flowing summer dresses with flowers or equally pretty patterns on them but I don't much care for fancy clothes in general and spend most of my time getting dirty anyway, working on cars or whatever else I can get my hands into. She likes to watch sports and gets right into them, yelling at the refs for what she says are 'shit-calls', and I couldn't care less for sports, playing them or, much less, watching them on the tube.

Like I said we met online, via a Yippy! group room, more specifically one related to eunuchs and eunuch-wannabes, which I was of the later, at the time anyway. Our chats were nicely varied and covered many topics quite unrelated to the group of our meeting, from the weather in our different parts of the world to the differences between football in the US and football in the UK. Sometimes our chats were just silly, not making much sense at all, but we would laugh at each other and ourselves til we were blue in the face. I relished every minute of our delightful conversations and the thoughts of them filled my head with ideas when I was away from my computer, spending time with my friends or working on something, getting dirty. It took us a while and a half to actually get around to chatting openly about the subject of the group, both of us being a bit shy about it and not wanting to offend the other by moving too quickly to the crux of the matter. When we finally did get around to chatting about it, I found she had had her clit and labia removed two years before and had been infibulated a year after that as well and she loved the effect it had had on her life. She had had it done professionally, during two trips to Egypt. She said she now felt free to be the woman she had always wanted to be and loved the look of her new body, all smooth and neat. Funny how losing something could give such a gain to one's life. She also told me she had done it because she didn't ever want to have sexual intercourse, for the rest of her life. Her late husband had been obsessed with sex and had been abusive toward her in a sexual manner for most of their marriage, behind closed doors of course, in public or at those 'dreadful company outings', as she called them, he was kind and considerate toward her, though only for the benefit of those he wanted to impress, clients or bosses or whoever. She says she would go along with all that because he had something over her head, she never has told me just exactly what that thing was though and I don't dare to ever ask again, the one time it came up, about a year ago, I could see the pain in her eyes, so I told her I was sorry for asking and would never ask again and I never have, because I love her and anything she has done in the past is dead and gone. As we chatted about the subject of eunuchs and such she told me she would love to find a man who had no interest in sex and, ideally, one who didn't have a penis or testicles, as they were offensive to her because of things that had happened to her in her childhood, she really couldn't stand the sight of them and much preferred a man who was smooth 'down there', 'just like me' she said. I was stupefied yet quite elated by these statements, she was just what I had been looking for for such a long time. I told her I would think it over and tell her what I decided, she said I should take my time and be sure it was really what I wanted. After this initial conversation about this we skirted the issue for a few weeks, but it was always on my mind, buzzing about in my brains like a swarm of maddened bees.

I had always kind of hated having male genitals anyway, not that they repulsed me or anything, it was just that it seemed better to be free of their control and constant nagging. Plus there was what it represented to me, most of all the worst things that happened in the world seemed to me to revolve around penises, rapes, child molestation and wars. Yeah, I know there are bad women too, but it seems there are far more bad men than women, just look at the prisons, male jails are far more densely populated than female jails. Men just seem sour to me.

I hadn't even seen a picture of this woman and I was willing to have my manhood removed for her. Was I crazy or what? I was quite attracted to the idea of being a smooth male, having seen graphic pictures and reading many stories about it online. But, did I really want this for myself? Could I survive without a penis? Would I be ok with the fact of having to sit down to pee for the rest of my life? After much contemplation I decided the answer to these questions was yes, I did want it and I would be ok so long as I had a woman who loved me as a nullified eunuch.

When I told her of my decision she was so happy I could nearly see the smile on her face and smell the tears from across that vast ocean which still separated us. She told me she wanted to see me then and that she would send me a ticket as soon as I was ready to come to live with her. It took a few months for me to tie up loose ends in the states and to spend time with family and friends, whom I might not ever see again. Some were quite against it and told me I was making a big mistake, they only knew I was going oversea, they didn't know any of the details of the matter, God forbid I tell them what the plan really was and why I was probably never going to come back.

Mandi sent me the ticket and the day arrived. My best friend, April, drove me to the the airport. She cried as we checked my bags in, and I have to admit, a few tears rolled down my cheeks, too. April said she would miss me forever and begged me not to go. I told her that I had made my decision and was sticking to it, that I would always love her but I had to go, it was my destiny and I had to get away from all the things which had haunted me for so long. We then sat in silence for a few minutes, there in the nearly dead airport, being three in the morning there weren't many people around. After those tense few minutes she turned to me, put her hand gently on my leg and said, " Kyle, I do understand. I know things have been tight for you here and you do have to go. But I also know there is another reason you are going. You hinted at it to me once, but we never really talked about it. I know Kyle. But, it's ok cause I think I understand that too. I will always love you, though I know we could never be together. I will miss you and I hope you have a happy life." As she said this new tears welled up in her eyes, she turned away from me then and I knew something had died in her with that statement. When she recovered her composure and turned back to me my suspicions were confirmed by the look in her eyes. I could say nothing, I just looked at those eyes I had known for so long and would probably never see again. All I could do was hug her, she hugged back but there was something missing from that hug, some underlying coldness to it. Just then the intercom chirped out the call for my flight. April and I said our goodbyes and I headed off to board the plane. I could feel her staring after me, but I couldn't get up the courage to look back, I walked on, to meet my destiny, choking back the tears and trying to hold my guts in their places.

The flight over the Atlantic was quite uneventful, save for the meal, which tasted of cardboard and sat in my stomach like a brick wrapped in a dead rat. The drinks were ok, though watered-down and there weren't enough of them, my courage was starting to wane and I was wondering if I had actually made the right decision. The jet lag wasn't too bad, because I had only gone ahead five hours and I was used to being up for strange hours anyways. When I arrive at the airport Mandi was there to greet me, I only knew her because she was holding a big sign over her head with 'Kyle' written on it, surrounded by hearts and flowers. It looked like she had spent quite a while making it. I was stunned, she was gorgeous, her striking figure dressed in a rather skimpy floral pattern summer dress. Her blond hair flowing around her lovely face, which held an ear to ear smile and the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen in my life. I was utterly speechless. She recognized me because I had e-mailed her many pictures of me and my friends. She threw her sign to the ground and ran to me, jumping up into my arms, wrapping her legs around me and knocking my bag from my shoulder. I must admit, I could feel myself grow at the closeness of her in that moment. She smelled wonderful and her skin was electrifying to the touch. It was then that the thought came to me, though the fog in my brains, that I had made the right decision, this girl was my destiny and I then knew I would spend the rest of my life with her by my side.

She planted a big kiss on my dry lips and whispered "Thank you for coming Kyle. I've waited so long to see you with my own two eyes. Come now, let us go home." Her accent was entrancing, rich with the class of her upbringing.

I couldn't manage more than to crock a nearly silent "Ok". I was completely baffled as to why this beautiful girl would be interested in a guy like me. Of all the men in the world she chose me.

She fell from me and grabbed my hand. "Come dear," she said," my car is just outside and it's only a short trip home, I've got some people there waiting for us to arrive." She then turned and nearly dragged me through the bustling airport, out the door and to her waiting car. It was a dark blue Land Rover with alloy spoked wheels, really a nice looking truck, but I had other things on my mind than the make and model of her car. Who were these people she had waiting for us and what was their purpose going to turn out to be? I tried to ask her but she said " Sush, now. All will become apparent when we arrive at home. Now just sit back and relax, my love." I nearly got into the driver's seat, forgetting that I was now in the UK. She laughed at that mistake and told me to get in the other side, that she was driving.

The air conditioning in the truck was refreshing after the nearly stifling heat of that mid-August day. I could feel her excitement as we drove, she kept looking over at me and smiling, like I was the very best thing in all the world, like I was the only thing in the world to her. She talked a bit during the half-hour drive, telling me of her dogs, that they would get to know me and to not be afraid of them, that they listened to her every command and she would never let them hurt me.

When we arrived at her house I was in awe as to the prettiness of the area and I knew that I would be happy there, I told her so and she said she was delighted with that and she was going to make me the happiest man in all the world, for the rest of our lives. As we pulled into the carport we were greeted by two of the finest German Shepards I had ever seen. They looked strong and I have to admit I was a bit scared of them at first.

We entered through the kitchen and there were three women sitting at the table, drinking coffee.

"This is my good friend Wendy." Mandi said. A tall, rather plain looking woman stood up from the table and extended her hand to me, it was almost like shaking a fish, but I simply said it was nice to meet her and she returned the greeting. "And this is Anna and Greta." Mandi said, motioning to the other two women sitting at the table. "They are here for a very special reason. They are going to transform you into the best man on the planet." I was shocked. Already?, I thought to myself, boy was this fast. I didn't know what to say and didn't know if I could have said it if I had. "Kyle, dear, it is time for you to give to me what you said you would, everything is ready in the bedroom. Come on, let's go and see what the girls have set up while I was away."

She grabbed my hand and led me though the next room and up a flight of stairs, she pulled at me so hard I nearly feel onto my face. I heard a giggle at this from behind us but I was too caught up in my own thoughts and Mandi's excitement to realize which one of the girls it had come from. The room Mandi led me into was draped in sheets and there was an ominous looking stainless steel table with stirrups sitting in the center of the room. A smaller table draped in cloth sat at the business end and a set of what looked like oxygen tanks sat at the head end.

"Now take off all your clothes, Kyle. Come on, it's not that bad." I was again stunned, I could barely move. "That's ok", she said "I'll do it for you." She came close to me and started to undress me, pulling at my clothes until I stood there before her completely naked. Despite my shock I had a raging hard-on. She looked down at it and said,"It's ok Kyle, we'll soon be rid of that thing." and she gave it a little flick with her index finger. I jumped at this and could only stare into her beautiful eyes. She laughed at my completely apparent arousal and gave my cock another light flick.

Just then Anna and Greta came entered the room. They were now dressed in nurse's scrubs with bonnets over their hair and masks hanging around their necks. They both looked over my naked body and smiled a bit when they saw my obvious excitement. And I was excited too. My dreams were coming true and there really was no backing out now, my only regret was that I hadn't jerked off on the flight, cause as Wendy came in, and I was surrounded by women, completely naked and exposed, a jet of hot cum shot from my penis and landed on the lower half of Anna's scrubs. She just laughed and wiped it off with a towel from a stack she was carrying in the crock of her arm.

"There will be no more of that unpleasantness from you Kyle, aren't you excited?" Mandi asked

"Yeah" was all I could manage to say. My face was on fire and my balls had crept up inside me as my penis went flaccid, as if they were trying to hide from their impending doom.

"Now, you get up on the table and put your legs in the stir-ups, we will take care of everything else." Anna said as she pulled her mask up over her face and helped Mandi guide my slightly reluctant body over to the table.

Once I was set up Greta came over to my head and put a plastic mask over my mouth and nose, saying, "Just relax Kyle, you'll soon be asleep and when you wake up you'll be a lovely new person. All will be well, Wendy is a trained professional and she has done this a time or two before." Then she reached out and turned the valve on the tank to her side. As my vision faded Mandi came to my head, and put her face close to mine. "Thank you, Kyle", she whispered, "you have made me the happi....." then there was only blackness.......

When I awoke I was in a different room, lying on a most comfortable bed. It was a nice room with pictures of flowers and fields on the pale yellow walls. There was a large TV on a stand in one corner and a desk and chair against the far wall. I could see trees out the window and I wondered if those trees could talk, in my grogginess. After a few minutes I came around to my senses and realized that there was something missing in my brain, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It felt as though my world had been turned upside down and inside out. My head hurt a bit and I was becoming aware of a dull ache in my groin. I reached down under the sheets and could feel bandages on my crotch. "Oh, my God, they had really done it, I was now a nullified eunuch." I thought and passed out. When I came to again it was dark outside and Mandi was by my side.

"Hello, my love", she said, "Glad to see you are here. How are you feeling?" I then noticed she was completely naked, her nipples were hard, her breasts were perfect. I looked down her body and my eyes settled on her crotch, it was closely shaved and I could see there wasn't much there, it was completely smooth, like a Barbi doll's. "You like it?" She asked. "You will look quite the same, after you have healed for a few weeks. We will be like a matching set." I was again completely speechless. I was beginning to realize what was different in my brain. Here was a completely naked girl, with a smooth crotch, standing at my bedside, and I didn't feel aroused. I was unable to say a word, my mouth just worked up and down a bit and a slight groan was all that came out. "Don't worry hunny," she said, "It will be fine, you will get used to it. You are now the man I will love forever."

She took care of me for the next few weeks, giving me everything I needed, even feeding me for the first couple of days. After three days we were able to take off the bandages and I got the first look at my new genitals, only there weren't any, just a small tube coming out down between my legs, close to my anus, which I could see as she held a mirror up for me. There were many stitches, but Mandi said the scars would fade and I would look wonderful. After two weeks Anna came and removed the tube, now my crotch was completely smooth and all I had down there was a small pee-hole and my anus.

We walk around naked most of the time now, and Mandi loves to show off my smooth crotch to her friends. We are happy. I am free from the constant thoughts of sex which had plagued me for most of my life. Mandi is happy with her new man and I am happy with my new body.

So that's it. It's been a year and a half now, since the surgery, and I have no regrets. Mandi and I are able to cuddle and be close without the nag of me getting hard-ons or wanting to have sex. I am glad I made this decision and look forward to the rest of my life, with none of those silly male genitals hanging down between my legs.