I told him, "You're right. Our program is kept under rather tight wraps and we'd appreciate it if you don't start any wild rumors if you decide against castration. What we do is permanent. We'll take away both your desire and your ability to have sex. Is that acceptable to you?" He asked a few questions to make sure that he understood, then asked, "Are you saying that I don't have to go back and deal with the prison people to be released?" I told him, "When we're done with you, we'll do the paperwork for your release and you just need to arrange for someone to come and pick you up."

He asked, "How soon will I be able to leave if I decide that I want to be castrated?" I told him, "You can choose which girl you want to do it. Some of them will take the minimum time, which means evaluation today, a final chance to enjoy sex tomorrow and castration tomorrow evening, two days of healing, and release the next morning. That means that you can be a free man four days from now. Other girls will feel sorry for you and add anything up to twelve more days of sex. You'll have to ask them questions to decide which one you want. I won't let them lie to you, but if you ask them the wrong questions or don't listen closely to their answers, that's your fault."

He asked each girl why she wanted him to choose her. Most said something like, "Men who haven't had sex for years and never will again after I'm finished with them are eager to please me so I'll spend more time with them." Why should he choose her? These answers varied widely. He asked, "What do you need to know to decide how many days of sex you'll give me?" He answered her questions as best he could, then asked, "What are the minimum and maximum number of days you'll give me, including today and the day I'm castrated, assuming that I've answered all of your questions truthfully?" The answers varied from two to three to seven to fourteen. He chose Jasmine, who said five to fourteen, "because she wanted both of us to enjoy ourselves: She said, ‘I want you to choose me because the more a man wants to have sex with me and the more time I spend having sex with him, the more I enjoy castrating him. You should choose me because I like a wider variety of sexual things than the other girls, you'll probably get to do some things that you've never done before, and if you give me enough sexual pleasure I'll spend the full fourteen days with you.'"

It was a good choice. Jasmine gave him the full fourteen days and they both enjoyed it. She talked most of the time while she was castrating him. When she was injecting anesthetic into his scrotum, she talked about how much she enjoyed it when she was able to complete a castration without hearing a single complaint about pain. When she was making the initial incision in his scrotum, she talked about how bad she felt if she heard that anyone had noticed the scar from her incision. When she was dividing the strands of the cremaster muscle, she talked about how good she felt when she tested it later and found that she hadn't damaged it. When she was cutting loose his testicle, she talked about how good she felt when she saw that she hadn't nicked it. Often someone wanted them preserved and she wanted them in perfect condition. She said she'd forgotten to ask him: did he want them? He said no, she could throw them away. She said she had a collection of ones in perfect condition, and if she didn't get careless she'd add his to her collection. The few she damaged she dissected in various ways before preserving them. When she was connecting the prosthesis, she talked about how good she felt when someone told her that no one realized that he'd been castrated. When she was sewing him back up, she talked about how much pride she felt in her work. When she was giving him the destructive injections, she talked about how each of them would help him, either because it would keep him out of trouble in the future or because it would provide health benefits.

He told me, "I hadn't liked the idea of being castrated and had only agreed to it because I realized that I was looking forward to raping someone again and I didn't want to go back to prison. That would make it possible for me to let Jasmine restrain me so she could castrate me. Jasmine had given me more sexual pleasure than I'd had in my life and had taught me that consensual sex was more enjoyable than rape. When she took me to the place where she was going to castrate me, I was afraid that I'd disgrace myself by struggling and pleading once she was ready to do begin. We got there and it was a shock to realize that not only were there no restraints in sight; it didn't even have any place to attach them. She told me that I'd have to hold still when she was doing some of the more delicate things and I realized that she expected me to cooperate with her.

"I concentrated on what she was saying and didn't think about what she was doing as a whole. When she was done, I was surprised to realize that I'd enjoyed watching her do it and listening to her talk about what she was doing. I'll be leaving here with good memories of Jasmine, and I appreciate that."