My family were lowly market traders in the square nearby to the palace of the Sultan.

I would see the members of the royal family with their guards as they came looking for silks and trinkets and the servants who bought the food for the kitchens.

I always admired the beautiful princess who would come in her litter draped with hangings and wafting sweet odours of perfume.

I had been cursed to be born as a boy but longed secretly to be a girl like my elder sister or the Princess Inanna who I lay awake at night thinking about. My brothers teased me about this but didn't really take it seriously.

I was approaching my thirteenth birthday and had started to feel the stirrings of adolescence in my loins. It was painful for me, because I knew it was the beginning of how I was to become a man, and my smooth cheeks would become rough with bristles and my genitals would grow and hair would sprout all over my body.

I knew this was to come and feared it but there was nothing I could do to prevent it.

Only the eunuchs in the Sultan’s harem had no manhoods but they had all lost these as adults and so were men in all but that aspect, they were hairy and shaved their faces, although they were more docile than the soldiers who guarded them.

It was in the market one day when the bearers of the princess’s litter stopped near our stall. I saw her looking from behind the curtains of her miniature seraglio and couldn’t help but blush.

She beckoned to me and I was powerless to resist. Not only was she beautiful and the object of my dreams but it would have brought attention from her guards had I deigned to ignore her.

‘Come in my pretty’ she crooned. ‘My you are a pretty one ~ boy or a girl? I can’t quite tell.’

‘Boy, your highness.’ I replied.

‘My, my, not many boys are blessed with such fair features. Tarry a while with me.’

Again I had no option but to obey. She drew the hangings down about us and the bearers picked up the howdah. Slowly we tramped away. The noise of the street seemed far away behind the heavy cloth.

‘Where is she taking me?’ I wondered. ‘Surely not the palace?’ But where else?

All the while she was caressing my smooth face and stroking my shoulders and arms.

‘Such a pity’ she was murmuring ‘Such a pity it would be to lose this beauty’

I didn’t pay attention or understand what she was saying. Apprehensive at being spirited away, but fascinated and excited to be in the presence of the one who I so admired from a distance.

Up the hill and before long we were passing through the gates of the palace and into one of the many courtyards I had never seen before.

The movement stopped, the curtains were drawn back and we emerged to see the palace of the Sultan.

Several beautiful young women who must have been sisters or concubines from the harem came to us and surrounded us. I didn’t realise it at the time but later I understood that they must have been hiding me from the view of certain members of the household.

I was gathered into a luxurious chamber with hanging damasks and diaphanous veil like materials so fine I had never seen them even on the richest merchants stalls.

The girls all set about undressing me and taking me into the bath. The princess at first looked on, supervising, and then her personal ladies in waiting disrobed her and we descended into the rose petal perfumed pool. A dense mist hung over the warm water, making me feel intoxicated and languorous.

First the girls washed me down with sweet essences while they did the same with the princess, who then came to me and anointed me again.

I was glad to be submerged in water as I was embarrassed by my unwanted appendage which came to life and wanted to assert itself.

I wanted to be as all these other beautiful young women about me, free of this affliction, but also they aroused me with their sensuality. They were so sensuous and I began to see their sensuality also addressed to each other. As we continued the unoccupied concubines were caressing each other, kissing and more.

But I had little time to watch this as the Princess Inanna herself had me on her bed, wrapped in clean cotton and smelling of rose perfume.

I was as hard as I had ever been in my young life. It was emabarrassing and hurt and I hated it but it would not go away.

Princess Inanna pressed her smooth body up against mine and I felt almost enveloped by her, her warmth, her scent, sexuality mixed with all the heady perfumes. I was intoxicated. Only a couple of hours before I had been in the dust and sweat of the market place, a lowly servant trying to avoid the cuffs of bullies and tyrants.

Now I was in heaven. If only this could last for ever! But I knew that once she had had her time of pleasure from me that I would be back to the world of dust and sweat, discarded as if I was less than nothing. That was the way of the world. I should simply be glad that one of the fortunate and powerful ones had smiled on me for a few short hours and given me a glimpse of what life could hold for those lucky enough to have drawn that card.

The princess made love to me with the rhythmic movements of her body and it was only with surprise that I realised she had ridden on top of me and had enclosed my painful organ.

I don’t know how long it lasted but after perhaps eternity and feeling that my body had split in two I realised that we were clamped together, stuck with the sweat of our exertions.

It had been my first orgasm. I had never reached a climax before, even though I had felt arousal.

It had been an incredible feeling but I wished I could have it without that part of me I hated so much. Girls could, so why couldn’t I? It didn’t seem fair.

For a moment of bliss we hung there in each others arms, and then kissing me, she said ‘Sorry my darling for what will happen, but perhaps you will one day thank me for it.’

I looked quizzically at her, when suddenly the doors burst open and half a dozen guards came I with pikes and swords brandishing.

‘Traitor! The Princess has been defiled!’

Before I knew what was happening I was whisked naked out of the room and cast down on my knees before a big high chair on a dais.

I tried to look up but a boot was put on the back of my neck.

‘With your daughter, Majesty!’ Someone was saying.

‘There is only one punishment’ a big and powerful voice said. ‘The greater cut’

‘Your word is the Law O Great One’

‘Call the barber’

I was dragged off again and taken to a room where I was held down on a table and a leather thong was made into a noose and pulled around my genitals. I knew what they were going to do and part of me wanted it, but I was terrified with the brutality.

Someone stuck a bottle in my mouth and I took down a gulp involuntarily. 'That should help keep the little pig quiet' he said, and I could already feel the drugged alcohol seeping into my blood, dulling my senses.

My member was now numb from both the tourniquet as well as the drug.

‘Now’ came a voice and I felt a burning between my legs and arms held me down.

‘Get the quill’ something was thrust into my body.

‘Leave him to the old women now’

As I lay there drugged, bleeding and in shock as well as dull aching burning pain which I knew should be a great deal worse, I was vaguely aware of more than one woman busying about me as the guards left.

I didn’t understand at the time, at first I thought they were doing more injury to me down below, but they were cleaning and trimming the wound before they sewed me back up.

Without this I would have been left with ragged loose flesh between my legs and would have had difficulty peeing in a squatting position but would have to lean forward as my tubing would have pointed upwards on my pubic bone.

They trimmed the edges of the wound and cut away further at the stump to make it smooth.

It was their task and duty to be responsible for the aftercare of eunuchs. The wound as left by the court barber was gaping and ragged. It was his job to remove the offending organs but the women took care of the rest.

What they did was to craft the wound so that it was tidy. They sectioned the skin and sewed it in a smooth line down the centre which pulled into a groove as it came lower down under my pubis and gave some protection to the small remnant of my urethra which still existed in front of where I now would pee from, straight down as I sat.

The old women were still doing this when I passed out with the pain and the drugs.

* * * *

The next few days were lost in delirium, but then one day I woke to find myself in a sunlit chamber, sparely furnished but clean.

I was aware of the pain between my legs but it was no longer agonising. I felt under the bedcover and down my stomach. The little pubic hair I had had appeared to have been shaved off. I wondered if it would return. Feeling lower I found nothing but a groove down the front of my pubis. Below this was still a tightly packed bandage held with straps from a belt on my waist.

There was a large quill sticking out from the bandage and a small wet patch on the bed by its end where I must have passed water.

With great surprise I realised that I was feeling arousal in my loins like I had done before, despite the pain from the wound. But that was healing fast and I prayed that even without what had been taken away from me, I would still be able to reach that climax which I had only known once when with the Princess.

Each day different serving girls brought me meals and bathed my wound.

I was continually surprised at how strongly this feeling inside me came on. I felt as aroused as I had done before with an erection, but it was not there.

I was too tender to explore myself more than most gently at first, but after a week the oldest of the women said that I was ready to have the quill taken out.

Two of them came to hold me as another got me to lie down and lifted up my legs. She bathed my wound gently with warm water and ointment.

‘Just a short pain’ she said.

I felt as though a knife had gone up inside me to my chest. I screamed, and then it was over.

‘Rest now’ she said, and I needed to.

After that I began to walk around more. I found how easy it was to pee sitting down.

I wondered if my family, only a short mile away or so had any idea of what had happened to me. Probably not, and there was no way I could tell them, or even escape especially in my condition.

But why would I want to escape? I was still intrigued by this exotic world, and although what had happened had been supposed to be a punishment, it had actually been a wish come true.

Now I would not become a man and have horrible rough hair sprouting all over me. I might not be completely a girl like the princess and all her ladies but I was as near to that as I could possibly ever hope to be.

Eventually when I had recovered it was decided that I should be a servant eunuch for the ladies of the seraglio.

It was thought of as a punishment because there was a belief that eunuchs who had undergone the Greater Cut could no longer experience any sexual pleasure but only endless frustration and lack of arousal even if exposed to the most voluptuous of sexual beauty.

But it did not take me long to prove them all wrong.

The feeling of burning pressure in my loins continued and became greater as my wound healed. I realised that while the roughly performed operation had exercised considerable trauma on my external anatomy there were parts of me that were interior and had escaped that.

It was a whole new experience discovering this inner sensation. I had imagined that I would be left with little or no sensation at the time it had been done, but as time went by it was almost as if the opposite became the case.

It was about three months after my castration that I had my first orgasm by masturbation.

I was still only on light duties and spending time resting. I thought how lucky I was that it had all turned out like a dream. I began to feel a sense of warmth and pressure by my bladder. I clenched my pelvic muscles as involuntary rhythmic movements flowed through my legs.

I had by now identified the small piece of urethra at the base of my cleft immediately in front of my pee hole as a source of great pleasure. And it was so small that even when I was fully aroused it was still hidden by the labia-like folds around it.

I found I could masturbate by pressing my thighs together and moving my hips. This got me to a point but I knew I would have to try harder than this.

I felt down between my legs, infiltrating my middle finger down my little groove. The little taper was hot and stiff, nestling hidden in its crack.

I couldn’t help gently rubbing it and feeling the thousands of different sensations in it built up in waves and finally washed over me like a tsunami of ecstasy, melting me as I lose track of time and the outside world.

They must have been watching me because not long after I was told that I should move to the quarters by the Princess’s chambers.

She told me I was ready to be her chief sex slave. She had heard the gossip that I had wanted to be a girl and so she arranged it so as to rescue me from the world of poverty and fulfil my dream.

The initiation into this was a gruelling and terrible one, but now I get to make love to the Princess when she needs me and I am able to be as much like a girl as possible.

I never saw my family again. My father would have been too ashamed if he had known. My mother and my sister would have been happy for me and my brothers wouldn't have understood. It's better this way.

Even when the Princess is occupied with the other matters there are all the other women and the concubines. I understand now why these places are rife with lesbianism. All males with penises are prevented from having access.

So the women have to make their own fun. And I am able to make fun with them and myself as well, whenever I like. I find my new anatomy so beautiful that as time went on I became aroused nearly all the time just thinking about it. I am as close to being a girl as it is possible to be and I adore it more than I could even have imagined before.

Instead of making me totally impotent sexually it has liberated me and given me sensations I could not have experienced.

The true secret of this is that I really wanted it. There are so many others who had it done for whom it was just a punishment. But if you really, really know that this is your true dream then you will be able to have brilliant orgasms all the time just like me!