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"Cancelled flight, hugh?" the bartender said in one of the airport's many bars. "Yeah," Bill Meyer replied, "and there won't be another one for six hours. That's a lot of time to fill." "You can always spend it here," the barman said. "That's a bit too much even for me," Bill replied. "Any suggestions?" "Well," the bartender replied, you're kind of between a rock and a hard place. If the cancellation were longer, you could go back into town, but for a delay of six yours it's hardly worth it. "Yeah. What is there to do in the airport? I mean, I've already browsed all the bookstores. The bartender thought a moment, then said, "you know, this place has a first class castration clinic." "Really?" "Yeah. I mean so I've heard. You're not the first customer I've had with time to kill, and some of them have come back to me on another visit to town and told me what a good experience they had there." "Hmm," Bill replied. He thought it over. Six hours was a lot of time to spend windowshopping in the airport mall. Getting castrated would fill a good part of that time. He also thought of what a nice surprise it would be for his wife Judy when he showed up with his genitals in a jar of formaldahyd. Judy wasn't pushy but he suspected from the remarks she made about girlfriends whose husbands had been castrated and penectomized how much she would like him to take the same step. And why not? He realized on the basis of various feminist articles he had read in the media what an aggressive affront to women a man's cock and balls were, and how natural it was that women would want them to be sliced off. "You haven't been there yourself?" he asked the barman. "Me. No. I'm not from here, and I had it done in my home town as soon as I reached 18 -- the age of consent. Boy, was that last year a long one. But like I say, I've heard good things about the airport clinic. "Women doctors and nurses?" "If you specify them. You can even specify rolled up sleeves -- its funny how some guys go for that detail." The bartender looked at Bill's nearly empty glass. "Another one?" he asked. Bill reflected a moment. "Nah, give me the check. I think I'll take you're advice." The bartender told him how to get to the castratin clinic on the ariport's vast midway. As Bill passed an information column with the names of various establishments on that midway he saw "Geldings Castration and Penectomy Clinic". He mused how incredibly quickly in the past few years castration had become mainstream. So much so that he wondered how much longer it would be that any men were going around with the ridiculous equipement "down there" that they had been born with. The clinic was about two thirds of the way down the concourse, opposite the finger for the "F" gates. For a moment Bill hesitated in front of the door. Did he really want to do this. Then he realized how much he did. The receptionist was a very cute nurse in white. "Can I help you, sir?" "Yes. I'd like to be castrated if it can be done in the next six hours. That's all the time I have before my plane." "Penectomy too?" she prompted, like a countergirl at a fast food place asking if one would like a double order of fries. "Uh...yeah." Bill had originally been thinking of castraion alone -- after all, peeing like a woman would take some getting used to -- but he realized that if he was going to do this, he might as well do it right. "Dr. Lucy Stoiber will be able to do you in half an hour," the receptionist said. Bill filled out the form in which he was -- thank heavens -- able to list no serious medical problems or difficulties with anaesthetic. There was just one other man in the waiting room. "Hi," the man said. "visit to the vet?" "Yeah. Flight delayed." "Same with me." A door opened and a nurse said, "Mr. Havas, the doctor is ready for you." The man rose, gave a nod in Bill's direction, and headed through the door, following the nurse -- who was wearing a very tight fitting uniform. As they disappeared through the door, Bill thought how lucky that nurse had been to be born a woman. He also thought during the next fifteen minutes how that man he had just met was being voluntarily stripped of his manhood -- as he himself had chosen to be. The door opened, and the man appeared. He was walking kind of stooped and uncomfortably -- not surprising seeing as how his cock and balls had just been sliced off! The man gave a sort of conspirtorial glance at Bill. "All gone!" he said, with obvious satisfaction in his voice. "Mr. Meyer?" the nurse said, reappearing in the door. The jiggle of her breasts suggested she was not wearing a bra. Again, Bill thought of her luck at having -- as one of his male friends put it -- "won the big lottery by being born female." "Yeah, that's me," he said, rising to his feet. He followed the nurse, observing the perfect plum formed by her buttocks. Well, if he couldn't be a woman at least he could stop being fully male. Doctor Stoiber was in her mid-thirties and --- pregnant! Her five-month belly was clearly visible under her white coat. Her sleeves were casually rolled up. "Hi, Dr. Stoiber. I'm you're vet," she said with a smile as she shook his hand. "We'll have those do-dads of you in no time. They're just a bother, right." Bill couldn't help casting a glance at Dr. Stoiber's very visibly pregnant belly. She caught the glance. "Artificial insemination," she said. "My wife Laura and I are expecting our first in four months." She briefly described the castration and penectormy process. "We'll do it under a local anaesthetic," she said. "That's all that's needed." "Okay," Bill said, suddenly realizing just how lasting the consequences of that flight delay were going to be. He lay down on the operating table. The doctor and nurse scrubbed and put on their surgical gloves. "Want to watch?" the nurse said, her un-bra'd breasts jiggling as she bent over him. "Uh...yeah, I guess so." The nurse flipped a switch, and a TV monitor over his head lit up. Lying on his back, he could see his soon-to-be-destroyed genitals. His penis was rock hard. For the last time! With fascination he watched while his scrotum was opened and the balls removed. Then the scrotum itself was cut off. Finally, it was the turn of the penis. It was so hard it ached. "Easier that way," the doctor said as she started cutting. In a second, the penis was severed, lifted away from the stump, and dropped into the jar of formaldahde where the balls were already located. "All done, except for the stitches." * * * Five hours later Bill was boarding his flight. He had checked his luggage earlier, and hadn't had any hand luggage, but now he did -- a plastic bag with a jar in it. It was a woman -- she was braless, lust like the nurse -- who was manning the scanner. Bill wondered what she would think on seeing the ghostly outline of his cock and balls. The woman smiled. "Married?" she asked. "Yeah" "You're wife's a very lucky woman. I'm still trying to talk my boyfriend into it." "And I'm a lucky guy," Bill replied with complete sincerity. "Tell your boyfriend that." |