Permanent Change II

“So to recapitulate, as we learn more and more about the body and mind of the human specie we realize that chemistry is the key, and that changing that chemistry can change the individuals. My conclusion is that rather than two or three years of psychotherapy, which may do no good what so ever, a simple surgical procedure will affect a complete and total cure of the patient that fits my profile and it is 100% effective. Females that fit the profile, to complete this cure must of course be treated in a hospital environment. Males however can be cured of their suffering in a single one or two hour simple office procedure that I have developed for a partial phalloectomy, and bi lateral orchiotomy, quickly, safely and completely.”

“Questions?”

“Yes doctor I have one.” A tall rather ugly doctor stood up. “It is my understanding that what you propose may increase the life expectancy of an individual, and older persons put a greater burden on the health care system. As you know doctor, we have a single payer system here run by the government, and anything that might prolong life greatly would be frowned upon by the powers that be due to the tax situation here?’

“Doctor that is a good point. As far as I can tell there is no reliable data that altered males or females live longer then unaltered ones do. Your question falls more into the field of statistics, but I would think that the number of deaths to be expected during the procedure from shock would offset any increase in longevity. Remember that the profile fits mostly older men; they are going to be more vulnerable to shock. The second offset would be one or two hours in the doctor’s office, perhaps one follow-up visit, versus two years of psycho therapy. That is a whopping big savings right there.”

“Thank you so much doctor for your rather enlightening answer, I hadn’t quite thought of it in those terms.”

There were a few more what about this and what about that, and the session was over. As she was gathering up her notes, the doctor with the longevity question came up to her.

“I am Dr. Standoffish. Strange name I know, but who gets to choose their parents. I may be traveling to your city in the states and would like to see your office and the equipment you described, if of course this is amenable to you.”

“Why Dr. Standoffish, give me a weeks notice and I will clear my calendar for you for a whole day, give you the real Cook’s Tour.”

“That would be so kind of you, I will be sure and give you plenty of notice of my arrival.”

True to his word he called a month later that he would be in her city, and gave her the dates. She asked if he could spare her an entire day, in which case she would walk him through the entire procedure. They set a time of 10 AM, and they assured one another that nothing would interrupt.

At ten A.M. sharp on the appointed day, Dr Standoffish arrived. Like most psychiatrist she had no receptionist, a patient came in sat down and waited. This way no one know you are going to a shrink, not even a secretary.

“Well Dr Standoffish, please come in, so nice to see you again, you can use the couch or the chair. I have the couch sort of as a cliché.”

“How nice.”

“Coffee, I will have it sent up with some sweet rolls. My indulgences are small.”

“That would be fine. It was so nice of you to make yourself so available to me.”

“Doctor, my methods and procedures are not widely accepted. First there is jealousy of me because I can cure a specific syndrome in an afternoon. Second, there is a certain stigma attached to this kind of modification even though it is 100% effective.”

“How do you determine who to analyze and who needs your procedure.”

“That Dr is similar to the Supreme Court Judge, who said ‘I cannot define pornography, but I know it when I see it.’ I know them when I see them. So far I have altered a few more than fifty males, and recommended to other doctors for surgery perhaps thirty females. The men are usually older, and tired of un-fill able desires. On the other hand I did a seventeen year old a couple of months back, that couldn’t handle his sexuality. Now he has no sexuality, and is quite content.”

“How far ahead to schedule the procedure.”

“Not far at all once I determine that the procedure is the best possible cure, I take them right into my small operating theatre next door, and fix them on the spot. Why wait, every day their penis and gonads are missing is another day towards happiness for them. The sooner they are rid of the testosterone, the sooner they will be peaceful and content with their lot in life.”

“I see, what about the women?”

“They have to be scheduled further in advance, they have to go to the hospital for same day removal of the ovaries, it is much more complicated than castrating a man. Then I call them back here and remove the nipples, clitoris and sew the vagina closed. The effect is not as dramatic or as quick as with men, but it does do the trick, and saves a lot of expensive. I would not say that it is 100% effective with woman, but it is close.”

“It all seems quite daring.”

“Yes, I suppose it is to a degree, but remember I was a surgeon first, and you know how surgeons like to cut things up.”

“Oh my yes, cut, cut, cut.”

By this time they were finished with the rolls and coffee.

“Dr would you like to see the operating theatre.”

“Oh very much.”

“Step right this way.” The doctor led her guest into the little operating theatre.

“I bring a patient in here, and have him remove all of his clothes while I scrub. The direct him to climb on the table, where he is strapped in. The table is specially designed for me, and has leg spreaders. I have found that approaching from the rear you are able to tie off or band both the scrotum and penis with one tie. A catheter is inserted, and drugs are administered. Once the drugs have had time to take effect I band the patient to prevent any blood loss, this is another departure from procedure since it is a farm implement I use that was designed for small bulls. Once banded a metal shield is placed over the band so that in cutting off the subjects genitalia the band will not inadvertently be cut also.”

“Fascinating, how long does it take after that?”

“Not all that long, it depends on how soon the patient decides to go along with the procedure. Up to this point he has only heard the Latin terms for this procedure. Let me show you my little wonder” She pulled out her little Guillotine. “She is a beauty isn’t she, once the patient is on the table and prepped she is mounted on the table already to do business. There are mounts on the table for my little friend here; the penis and gonads are pulled through the opening and the bar closed on them. The parts to be removed are heavily weighted down so that the maximum amount of tissue will be removed.”

“Then you drop the blade.”

“No the patient has to pull the lanyard, in order for the therapy to work, they must of their own free will emasculate themselves. Now sometimes they get the shakes and I have to steady their hand a bit, but all pull the rope that are placed on the table, no one has ever backed out or gotten off the table with their cock and balls still attached to the body. Of course none ever will, the only ones that get on the table are those that need emasculation and those that want it.

“Amazing, what is the longest time you took to convince some one of the need for this therapy.”

“That would be my ex husband. Seven hours before he finally pulled the chord and released himself from his desires. I had to take him back to his toilet training, but in the end he pulled just like all the other men have done.”

“I certainly have been enlightened by this. Something like this will have to be tried up North.”

“Yes, it should be. Would you like to view a modified woman Dr?”

“Oh my yes.” Dr. Standoffish was taken aback as his host began to disrobe.

“I was my very own first subject, see no nipples, my vagina is sewn shut, and no clitoris. Except for the ovaries, all of this was done right here, with my own hand.”

“My goodness.”

“Yes I have no choice but to be goodness now. Take off your clothes Dr. and let me show you how the table works.”

“Is that really necessary.”

“Please, we are both professionals, and nothing is going to happen with me.”

Dr Standoffish, undressed, once naked he got into the kneeling position on the operating table. He was strapped down, and his legs spread wide.

“That’s it Dr. Standoffish, now we are all ready to rock and roll.”

“What?”

“Oh sorry, just a U.S. expression for time to get busy. So Dr. tell me why are you really here?”

“Why to study your procedures of course, why else would I be here.”

“Some hidden desire, you could have picked up everything you needed to know from my lecture and paper. You got an erection when you saw my little friend. Let me bring her up her where you can see her better.” She picked up the Guillotine and brought it up in front of her visitors face. “Just think Dr Standoffish, over fifty penis and gonads have gone in this side, and fallen to the floor when the blade came down. Why are you here Dr?”

“I don’t know, I just had to come here and see this.”

“You want me to cut you don’t you?”

“No, I hadn’t though of that.”

“Don’t lie to me, I’m a doctor to you know. You want me to stick your little prick and you little balls in here and cut them off don’t’ you, that’s the reason you are here?”

“No.”

“Please Doctor, don’t try this with me, I have been through this with fifty men. You are not happy with yourself or your sexuality. You are tired of the whole affair and want to live your life without distractions, from down below. You want to leave in about an hours time all nice and smooth without a care in the world?”

“No that’s not it at all, I just wanted to see your office up close, and get a better idea of the timing.”

“Save that for the boys in the Peanut Gallery. You got a stiffy when you saw my little friend. You want to stick yourself into her mouth and get a blow job that will last you the rest of your life, that’s what you really want isn’t it?”

“No I had to know about timing, that was the thing I was really interested in.”

“Well my fine Canadian friend, let me tell you about the timing. I have the day cleared for you, I suspected all along that your real reason for coming here was after reading my paper you knew you fit the profile of a patient that needs to be cut. I have everything prepared for you. While you are coming up with some more lame excuses let get you all numbed up for your turn on pulling the chord.” She went behind and injected him several times, painkillers and drugs to keep him from moving. Not waiting for the drugs to kick in, she loaded up the band castrator and banded him as high as possible. He screamed from thee surprising pain caused by the band.

Next she moved the small Guillotine to its mount on the table between his legs pulled his cock and balls through and added the weights to the noose she placed on his penis head. Once he was fully stretched, she closed the little bar on the Guillotine to hold him in place.

“Dr. have you come up with any better stories for me”

“No, I am just here for information.”

“I could believe you if it weren’t for the fact that you were erect while I was showing you my machine. Even now, you are excited by the prospect of being emasculated, it thrills you, there are two hundred pounds of weight on your prick, and you are so excited by you impending castration that they are moving up and down. Here hold your hand still this is the lanyard that releases the blade, one inch and about 10 lb of pressure and you problems will be on the floor.”

“I don’t want this.”

“That may be but you need it don’t you?”

“NO”

“Dr. how is your sex life?”

“Acceptable.”

“Acceptable? You are a very ugly man, and you don’t have much of a personality, are you married?”

“No.”

“You have to pay for sex don’t you, even with all your education and money, you have to go to street walkers to get relief?”

“That makes it sound so sordid.”

“It is sordid. A man like yourself: above average intelligence should have to sink to the level of consorting with whores. Pull the chord Doctor and all of that will end.”

“No, now let me up.”

“You’re scared aren’t you?”

“No, I demand you let me up.”

“No demands, no man gets off that table with his cock and balls still attached. I told you that before I invited you to lie down didn’t I. So it is not a matter of if your cock and balls are coming off, it is merely a matter of when. Your consent was implied when you disrobed and mounted the table, now pull the cord and it will all be over.”

“No.”

“Just think without those little furry fellows pumping out their hormones, you won’t be chasing after whores. You probably never get the same whore twice do you, they all make some excuse not to come back don’t they?”

“No, now that isn’t true, I like a little variety in my sex life that is why I get a different girl every time.”

“Pull the cord, and it will end.”

“No.”

“You are ugly, you have a nasty personality, that all your education and money cannot hide. You are alone now and likely to remain alone, why not do it with some dignity. Pull the cord, do you want me to guide your hand.”

“No, please no.”

“Every doctor should be forced to be a patient at least once in his career. You are acting like a patient; you have got a good case of fright from the unknown. Let me tell you it takes about thirty days for you to completely heal. By that time you will have all of the testosterone out of your system, you will be a new man. No more hookers, no more lonely nights wanting what you will never have. Pull the chord and all will be peaceful.”

“No.”

“Doctor quit trying to kid me. You came here to have your problem solved, now you have the solution to your problem in your hand, just a little jerk on the chord will do it, that is what you came here for, I am giving you what you want pull the cord and be free.”

“No.”

“My we are stubborn aren’t we. I see you are weakening; a couple of minutes either way won’t make any difference. When you are ready to admit to me and the world what you came here for, you will pull the chord as hard as you can, because that is what you want.”

“I can’t do it.”

“What pull the chord, or admit that is why you came here to get neutered?”

“Both, I just cannot say it.”

“Oh that is so sweet, now we are making progress, a couple more minutes and I will have you on the other side. Doctor Standoffish I knew the minute you asked to see my office that you wanted me to perform my very special procedure on you, now say it slowly and out loud. Like this: I came here to be cut, neutered, castrated, emasculated have my cock and balls cut off so that I could have peace and quiet in my life.”

“Yes, yes, yes, all of that, I just can’t say it.”

“Please try.”

“I’ll try, in my own way. I want you to perform your procedure on me.”

“Why.”

“Because I fit the profile, I want to be free and peaceful, I have never had sex that I didn’t pay for, even the gold diggers won’t date me. It would be so much easier if I didn’t think about this all the time, please perform your procedure on my so I can be at peace with myself.”

She leaned over and kissed him. “That was very good Doctor, we have made a real break through on your therapy, now there remains only one thing left to complete our work today.” She placed her hand on his over the cord. “Just a little bit more tension here, and your visit will be complete.” The cord stretched and became taunt, somewhere between ten and twelve pounds of pressure the lock that held the blade released. The blade traveled one foot before if made contact with the Doctors flesh, it was traveling about eight feet per second when it first touched his flesh, with about 320 lb of pressure per square inch, the blade cleanly severed his manhood in about .15 seconds. He didn’t even wince.

“There now Doctor your visit was a complete success, your problems are now on the floor. Don’t worry about the cost; this is free, professional courtesy you know. Just lie there, I’ll get you up and moving in time for your flight this evening. If you find anyone else that fits my profile send the to me, I will send them back happier and lighter.”

AUTHORS NOTE: Yes a doctor would cut your balls off to improve your personality. For whatever reason over the years I have associated with many people in the mental health field both M.D.s and PhD’s. They make up the strangest of the medical profession. One of the dirty little secrets of mental health is that castration of patients has long been done under the guise of improving controllability. The female patients usually get raped either by the guards or other inmates on a regular basis. So much for mental health.