Permanent Change V

“Mr and Mrs J. come in be seated, I have two chairs for your visit, or if one of you prefers there is the couch. Everyone expects a psychiatrist to have a couch.”

“Yes, what a disappointment if you went to the office and there wasn’t a couch.” Said Mrs J. She was a woman who took a great deal of pride and effort into her appearance, the only way to get a body like hers was a starvation diet and a lot of exercise. This was one proud person.

The husband on the other hand was almost mousy in appearance and soft looking, he was not all that much taller than his wife, and he did not exude an aura of health and fitness.

“May I have the blood work?” asked the Doctor.

“Yes, right here it is on both of us as you requested.” Replied Mrs J.

“Give me a minute or so do digest this.” Said the doctor as she perused the laboratory report. “Everything looks very normal to me. Mrs J. you must be on an amazing diet, only vegetarians normally have cholesterol readings this low, and from the glow of good health I don’t believe you are vegetarian.”

“I work out every day, running, free weights, Stairmaster in bad weather, it is a drag sometimes, but my physical appearance is important.”

“How did you hear of my work?” asked the Doctor.

“I am in the medial profession too, so there are stories about you and your fascinating specialty.” Replied Mrs J.

“Oh, you are a doctor, or a nurse?”

“Oh heavens no, I am a Vice President of Operations for HS company. We do all the medical records for 75 hospitals and doctors groups around the country. You may even be using our services for your reports.”

“No, my reports never leave this office, I have a woman type my dictation here in the office. With HIPAA regulations, and the possibility of blackmail, due to the nature of my work no paper work leaves this office complex. I have a double blind system, you will be assigned a patient number, so your name will never appear on the same page with any procedure or contents of a session.”

“Doesn’t that cause problems with the insurance companies, they all want about twice as much information as is necessary to process a claim?” Asked Mrs J.

“Yes, but most of the candidates for my syndrome treatment pay the rather modest fee out of pocket rather than have a record being passed around the coffee room at some insurance company. This of course is I see boring your poor husband, how may I be of help?”

“I have heard of your diagnosis and treatments and think we might be candidates. Could you perhaps gives us a tour of your facility and show us the procedure, before I outline our problem.”

“That is a bit unusual, but of course. Through that door on the right is a room filled with pornography of every description. My patients enter from the outside and can view pornographic tapes freely and without anyone knowing. There are some 20,000 tapes in the room; all categorized by whatever specialty or perversion interests the patient. My patients can come any time day or night, even after hours and view the tapes. There are four video players, and semi private booths. This is one of the problems my treatment cures, eventually the men, since it usually men with this problem, will like an alcoholic agree they are addicted to pornography, and agree to my procedure.”

“Which is?” asked Mrs J.

“Oh Mrs J. you are baiting me, if you have heard of me, and my work you know perfectly well what the treatment is, I nullify the man, all vestiges of his sexuality are removed. He will never want to look at another porno tape again, not from aversion, but from lack of interest.”

“No Doctor, I wasn’t baiting you, I just wanted to make sure that my husband I were in the right office.”

“Apparently you are. Over to the left is my operating room.” The Doctor got up and opened the door. “You may not enter the room, but you may look from the door.”

“For sterility sake?”

“No, because once you go into that room you do not come out until you have been modified. My male patients know that entering that room is giving me permission to cut off their problems. To paraphrase Dante ‘Abandon all sexual desire ye who enter here.’”

“Exactly how do you do it and does it hurt?”

“No, I use lots of very potent pain killers and paralyzing agents, the individual feels some tugging. In the case of a woman, she must first have her ovaries removed in a hospital. When that is completed and she is healed, say in six week, she comes in, removes her clothes and is strapped into the chair. Drugs are administered and then I work from the bottom up. A drain in the vagina, then it is sewn closed. Then the clitoris is excised and sterile dressing applied. I then bind the breasts so that the nipples protrude; the nipples are place in the small Guillotine you see on the table. If she is married, the husband pulls the lanyard, if she is by herself, then she pulls it. That completes the female modification. Her hormone level drops, and sex would be nearly impossible. The male is placed in the knee-pads in the doggie position and strapped down. His legs are spread, drugs administered. Then he is catheterized and banded with a banding device designed for cattle, that is the reason for the position. I have found that in this position both the gonads and penis can be removed with a single cut.”

“Why the penis too, it would seem to me that just removing the gonads would be enough?”

“Valid point, but remember I am talking about a small number of individuals, that are either estrogen or testosterone junkies. If the penis was left in place the temptation to use patches, injections or Viagra would be too great, and they would be right back where they started. At that point the little Guillotine is mounted between the man’s legs, there are special attachments there. His penis and gonads have a noose applied and weights are added to stretch him completely out. If he is married, his nipples are cut off and given to his wife. She then pulls the lanyard to emasculate him, when he asks. That is about it, one follow up visit, and the couple or individual goes on about their life without the burden of a morbid pre-occupation with sex.”

“That little thing actually cuts a man

“Yes, it was given to me after my surgical residency as a joke. It is however a true scale model. The blade has been changed to comply with sterility requirements; it is quite adequate for the job required. Remember a lot of this is symbolic, like graduation from school or such, it is part of the process.”

“Couldn’t this be done in a hospital?”

“Oh of course, it is done all the time at between eight and ten times the cost. Primarily to cancer patients, to slow the growth or male or female cancers. There is however, no hard epidemiological data that would indicate that removing a woman’s ovaries or a man’s gonads actually retards the cancer or lengthens their life expectancy. This falls into the category of; lets do something even if it doesn’t help, it will look like we know what we are talking about.”

“Your being hard on the doctors that practice in that manner, aren’t you?”

“No, not really. They want to do abdominal surgery, withdraw the testis through the openings neatly tie off the chords. That is so unnecessary. We have been castrating animals and men for centuries now. A clean swift cut with my little girl friend in there and a man is home free that evening. His recovery is much swifter, less pain and trauma, and a lot fewer drugs in his system.”

“How often to you get to perform you procedure?”

“Perhaps once a month, no more than twice.”

“How did you happen to discover this syndrome and develop the procedure to cure it?” asked Mrs J.

“This will be a quite long winded explanation. It was my ex husband, he was and is a brilliant doctor, one of the brightest and best. To be a good doctor you must memorize tons and tons of data, long hours reading and re-reading the same pages. Not my ex almost a glance and he could quote you the entire page with annotations. That is something that even an idiot savant could do, what made him different was he understood and could apply the data. By the way I practice under my maiden name, you will never connect me with my ex. He had one failing; his sex drive was too strong. If a nurse or any woman bent over in front of him he considered that a perfectly plain invitation that the girl wanted sex. He was caught many times in the act with nurses, candy stripers, and patients and was about to be suspended. I was preoccupied with my residency and perhaps was not available as often as I should have been, but still. He met a nurse, she had a similar sex drive to his, or at least she pretended she did, he agreed to divorce me and marry her. I lured him to the office under a pretext, and secured him to a table. Wrapped his penis and gonads and put them into my little friend there. At first it was revenge I wanted. Then I began to realize my ex couldn’t help himself he was a prisoner of his hormones. So I gave him the lanyard and told him to pull it. It took seven hours, but eventually he saw the light, and pulled the cord. He is now one of the most respected doctors in the country, he concentrates on his work, and will make many wonderful contributions to medicine.”

“That is something, how many men have you processed, if that is the right word, with your little friend in there.” Asked Mrs J.

“To date 75 men have walked in and climbed up on the table.”

“Oh my, my, my.” Said Mrs J. as she shivered and squeezed her legs together.

‘My god,’ thought the doctor, ‘she is having an orgasm.’

“Mr J you are awfully quiet, let us get back sit down and discuss why you are here.”

They returned to their seats. “Doctor I would like you to nullify my husband for me.”

“Any particular reason, medical or otherwise why you would ask me to do that?”

“My husband is inadequate sexually, he has a rather small penis. Over the years I have had to take several lovers, and this makes him feel bad. I do like him and want to keep him, and I think if he were neutered or nullified he would not object to my male friends. Then I could give him female hormones, so he would adjust better, and he could stay at home and keep house for me.”

“Mrs J. I am not a vet, and your husband is not a cat that has sprayed on your curtains. What you are proposing is not only unethical, but illegal.”

“But I thought.”

“No you didn’t think, what you are proposing is almost sexual re assignment. If that is what you want take your husband to Johns Hopkins to be evaluated, they do that sort of thing there. My treatment is for hormone addicts like you. You are the perfect example of someone who is addicted to hormones. Your taking steroids aren’t you?”

“How did you know, it isn’t on the blood test I checked.”

“You attitude, your body, all scream steroid use. Steroids would also explain why you are out fucking around on your husband, I don’t approve of adultery, male or female, it hurts too many people.”

“Well I have to have some relief, I am in a very competitive world, the glass ceiling, male domination.”

“Oh please Mrs J. save that hoo hah for the next NOW meeting. I know your company, you have over 800 employees and only about ten of them are men. There is no glass ceiling there, your founder is a woman.”

“I am offended by your unprofessional outburst.”

“Madam you may stay offended. You are a bitch, it may be the drugs you are taking, or it may just be your personality. If you want nullification for your husband from me, you must agree to be nullified yourself. You appear to be enough of a hormone junkie to need my treatment. Now this session is ended, leave, if you want to receive my treatment have your ovaries removed, and stay off the steroids. Don’t call until you do.”

With that the doctor showed them out. Wow, she though, that woman was a bitch on roller skates. Wonder how long it will take her to get the ovaries done and get back here.

Sure enough Mrs J. called her back in about three months.

“Doctor I thought long and hard about this and your judgment of me was right of course. The steroids have been stopped, my ovaries removed. Once I came back to earth from the drugs I realized how poorly my husband had been treated. We need your procedure so we can live as friends and companions, and I won’t have the temptation to take on more lovers.”

“Very well, I will need a complete blood work up. Since you have had extra marital affairs, a Wasserman, and HIV test are necessary.”

“That is not a problem, I do have one request though.”

“What is that?”

“It seems so lonely doing my nipples then my husbands cock and balls could we be done at the same time, is that possible. I have so hurt this poor man, this would show him my true love for him if we were both cut at the same time.”

“In theory there is no problem with doing that, you can pull the lanyard together. The blade is certainly adequate fast and sharp enough. It is the seating arrangements I will have to work out.”

“Oh good, when can we stop by.”

“Next week Tuesday would be good, say 10 AM. And of course don’t make any plans for dinner that evening.”

Tuesday at 10 A.M. the buzzer rang, and the doctor admitted Mr and Mrs J. “Come right in be seated, you have the papers?”

“Yes.” Replied Mrs J, “All of tests are negative, and as you can see I even had a steroid level done on me to prove I was clean.”

“Fantastic, while I look these over the two of your read the release forms and sign them please. Well, everything looks to be ship shape here with your blood tests, any questions?

“No.” Said Mrs J.

“Mr J. do you have any questions.”

“No, I want whatever my wife wants.”

“Mr J. be sure you understand that in a couple of minutes we are going into the room next door. I will lock the door once we are inside. Under no circumstances will you leave intact. If it takes two days your cock, your balls, and your nipples will stay in that room, you will walk out and completely emasculated eunuch. Incapable of any normal sexually act again. I fully understand that men get scared by this procedure, if you are scared or don’t desire this to be done leave now; for once inside that room you are going to be altered completely and fully. Do you understand and agree?”

“Yes.” Was his reply.

“You Mrs J. your clitoris will be cut out, your vagina sutured shut, and your nipples removed once inside the room there is no turning back do you understand and agree?’

“Yes.”

“Then sign the releases and we will fix you both up.”

The doctor put the releases away, and led the couple into her little operating theatre and locked the door behind her. “Take all of your clothes off while I scrub.” The Doctor instructed.

Once she had scrubbed the Doctor removed all of her clothes. “As you can see, my nipples are gone, and down here so is my clitoris. The vaginal open is sewn closed with just a small opening for drainage. You cannot see of course but my ovaries are gone. I am as close as a woman can get to being a female eunuch. This is my choice, that way I can concentrate on my work.”

“Actually I find your body fascinating said Mrs J. soo what is the word I am looking for?”

“Androgynous, is probably what you mean.” Responded the doctor.

“Yes that is it, androgynous, dear isn’t the doctor quite lovely without the markings of sex, soon we will be like her.”

“Yes, the doctor is quite nice, I am looking forward to this, these last few years have been such a burden to me.” Replied Mr J.

The doctor was amazed that he could speak in such a long sentence.

“Because of your request going to do things differently today, there is one problem Mrs J your breast as so small and tight, they are very nice by the way, that binding them together to fit in my friends mouth is impossible. Here is what I suggest one nipple will be excised with the scalpel, and the other will have a weight and nipple clip and threaded through the jaws of the Guillotine in one direction with your husbands cock and balls in the other direction so you can be facing one another as you go over the line. Does that sound agreeable to you?”

“Yes, I do appreciate you going to all this extra trouble for us.”

“Oh it is no trouble at all, I feel so good when I am able to change a couple like you in to good friends and companions. Now for the shots. Mr J you first you don’t need to lie down on the table, since I will be doing you both in a special way today.”

The doctor numbed everyone and everything up real well. “Ready to go over Mrs J?

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” The doctor directed Mrs J. into the chair and spread her legs. Very quickly she sutured the vagina closed, and inserted a drain. Two really deep slashes with the scalpel removed the clit. ‘Have to watch myself here’ thought the doctor, ‘I don’t like this broad and I might do more than is necessary.’ The bandages were applied, and the bottom half of the woman was done.

“It is your turn Mr J. first the catheter, now the band, and you are now already to fly.” Pinching his nipples she got no reaction. “Here go your tits Mr J.” Two strokes of a fresh scalpel and his nipples were gone. “Here Mrs J. your husband has given you his nipples, next he will give you his cock and balls, what a way to say I love you.”

:”Oh I think I am going to cry I am so happy.” Said the woman.

“Your husband is numbed up nicely now, all that I need is one of your nipples Mrs J. left or right?”

“Left.”

“Okay, left it is.” For having such small breasts the woman had surprisingly large nipples, the doctor needed two strokes to get all of it. Quickly she bandaged the wound. Then applied a nipple clip to the other nipple. “I will hang a weight off nipple so it will stay in place for my little friend.”

“Okay, now the seating arrangements for the big show, the final sex act of your lives. Mr J you sit on the end of the table with you legs outside the knee rests, yes that is it. Now there is a little table that pulls out and my little friend sits right here. Yes, the height is perfect for you Mr J. we will get all of you with just one stroke. In a couple of minutes your own hand will emasculate you. Next we pull your through the opening and apply the weights. The weights make sure your organs are nice and tight so the blade will go through your flesh smoothly and cleanly. There you are all set for the beheading as it were. Mrs J. come over here and kneel in front of your husband. Lean forward, that’s it, let me add the weight, and the bar. Mrs J., Mr J I have no way to secure you for this procedure so that you won’t inadvertently flinch when the blade relieves you of your problems. That would be very messy for both of you. I would suggest you embrace and pull the lanyard together. So embrace as best you can and avert your eyes. Yes, that is good, Mr J. kiss your wife’s head, that is very sweet, hold hands and I will wrap the lanyard around your clasped hands. There you go, now when you are ready drop your hands and it will all be done.” The doctor waited. “Are we having second thoughts?”

“No, I am just enjoying this last minute together.” Said. Mrs J.

“Remember the rules, no man leaves with his balls and cock, no woman with her tits. Time is running, drop your hands.”

“Just one more minute.” Said Mr J. “Honey are you ready?

“Yes sweetheart, lets do it.” They dropped their hands, the blade swooshed down between them; balls and cock fell with a nipple on top. Mrs J stood up now that she was free of the nipple and kissed her husband hard and long. “I have been such a fool, no other man would ever do what you just did for me, I will never leave you, no one could love me as you do.”

The doctor mused over this couple for a long time. Obviously there was no point in a man as completely emasculated as her patients were, in taking hormones. But with women it was different, any really motivated woman could take out the sutures from her vagina, get hopped up on estrogen and go out and fuck the whole 2nd Marine Div. With ease. Mrs J was a motivated individual, would she or wouldn’t she go back to the steroids and estrogen. How long would her professed devotion to her emasculated husband last. Was she really going to stay forever, or would forever end in February.

AUTHORS NOTE: I was wrong there was one item left to cover, togetherness, the family that gets cut together stays together.