He looked at me and kissed my face. He then said I would have still time to back out. If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have to do it and he would understood. I could see that he meant what he was saying, but I shook my head and told him to do it. He said it would be best to do it at once then. He took my hand and guided me through the house, down to a cellar I hadn’t seen before. We walked in and he closed the door. In the center of the room was a chair also used in hospitals for women – you know what I mean – with stirrups attached to it. He kissed me again and asked me if I was ok. I said I was. Then he told me to get on the chair and put my legs in the stirrups. I must admit that I was terrified, but I did as I was told. He came closer and tied me to the chair, with straps over my arms, chest and belly. Then he also secured my legs with straps so I couldn’t move at all. He then started turning a sort of crank that caused the chair to stretch my legs apart, wider and wider. At first it felt ok, but after a while they were spread so wide it hurted but I bit my lips till he finally stopped my legs in an unnatural wide angle. He then moved the lower part of the chair down so my tiny ballsac was hanging free.

He came over to my head and kissed my lips. He told me he would first give me some female hormone shots that would increase the feminizing process. He showed me some huge syringes and said it would take a while to inject the fluid in my butt. He cleaned the skin and pushed the needle in my left asscheek, slowly injection the fluid. It made me feel a bit dizzy and sweaty but for the rest I was ok. Then he showed me a metal tray with surgical instruments on it; there were scalpels, clamps, sutures etc. etc. the mere sight of it made me nearly panic. I felt shivers all over but I didn’t say a word. He looked me straight in my eyes and asked me:

‘Dear Julian; are you ready for this? Are you really, really ready for this, because it is a one way ticket, there is definitely no way back, and once I’ve done this you can never in your life be a real boy anymore. So.. this is the time for you to speak…..’

I was so nervous and scared that I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded my head. He looked at me and told me he would love me for the rest of his life.

He put on surgical gloves and bent over me and said he had to put a catheter into my bladder to prevent me from peeing all over the place. He took the long tube out of a plastic package and gently and slowly pushed it into my little peephole. The first part didn’t hurt but as he got in deeper it hurted a lot more, but in a funny way it felt exiting too. I really didn’t understand all this. Finally the catheter was inside my bladder and he inflated a little balloon in there to keep it in place. He connected the other end to a plastic container and I could see my pee going in there.

Next he put a clamp on my foreskin. He connected the clamp to an elastic band, so my dicky was pulled up out of the way upwards. My tiny still very smooth and hairless ballsac was very visible then. He started to clean it thoroughly with some kind of iodine. It stung a bit but wasn’t too bad. He asked me if was ok and I nodded again. He told me he was ready to cut my little ballsac open. I nodded again and then he put a piece of wood between my teeth. He bent over again and suddenly I felt a burning pain in my little ballsac, but to be honest it wasn’t as bad as I had expected. I kept my eyes closed en was hoping it was all over soon. Eric was working very concentrated down there and told me exactly what he was doing. Suddenly I felt a very strange sensation; a dull pain combined with a strange feeling. He told me he had my little balls in is hands and was pulling them down out of my sac. I moaned in pain. He told me he would pull them out as far as possible and clamp them and that he then would tie of the cords and bloodvessels. So that when he would cut them the remainder would withdraw deep into my body. He also told me he would remove the sac completely so I would be entirely smooth under my tiny dicky and that he would only leave a minimal scar. When he started putting a clamp on one side, it made me squeal like a pig. The pain was very very sharp and the next clamp hurted just the same. He then got up and stood next to me, kissing my forehead and my tear-filled eyes. He told me what a brave boy I was and how pretty I would become. He moved back and started to tie off the cords. It hurted like hell but I managed not to scream. He then took a pair of scissors and cut the cords and placed the balls on the tray. I couldn’t help crying and realized it was all final now. There was a lot of pain but also a strange feeling of proud. I was sweating all over and trembling. He then took his time to remove all the redundant skin so that I was all smooth down there. He closed the remaining skin with sutures and put a sort of sanitary towel between my legs. He then gave me some tablets to ease the pain, put a blanket over me and told me to try and get some sleep. He kissed me again and told me that he never loved anyone else in the world so deeply. I felt exhausted and soon fell into a deep sleep.

To be continued.