One day, when I was twelve, I was awakened by a wet dream. I was shy around girls at that time, but my body was telling me it wanted a girl. I remembered Erin and how much we'd enjoyed each other's bodies. Erin was long gone, but Lisa lived next door and was seven, the age Erin had been the last time we'd enjoyed each other. Sometimes I babysat Lisa for her mother; everyone considered that a girl's job but I needed the money and liked Lisa, so I didn't mind.

The next day, I was asked to take care of Lisa for several hours. It was an opportunity that I couldn't resist. I told Lisa about what I'd done with Erin and asked her if I could do those things with her. She asked if it was fun and I said that it made you feel good. I didn't know any way to explain how it felt, you had to feel it to understand. She said that I could try to make her feel good, and if she liked it she'd try to make me feel good. I told her that parents got upset if they found out that kids were doing such things, so we'd have to keep it secret. She said that she was used to keeping secrets from her parents.

After we'd both enjoyed what we doing for a couple hours, I decided it was time for what I really wanted to do. I told her about having intercourse with Erin and what it had been like then. I told her about my wet dream and how that would change it. I ask if she was willing to try it. Yes, the other things had made her feel good; she'd try this. I wasn't very firm yet when I entered her and I stopped and just held her for a while so she could get used to the feel of me inside her. She said that it felt different, but OK.

I slid in and out a little, and she said that felt better, so I continued doing it. I got larger and firmer as I did and Lisa said it was starting to hurt. I tried to finish quickly, but just as I ejaculated she screamed and when I withdrew from her she was bleeding. I didn't know what I'd done wrong, but I knew I was in big trouble and had to get help for her. I called 911, an ambulance came, and I went with her to the hospital.

Soon some policemen came to talk to me. I admitted what I'd done and said I didn't understand what had gone wrong. I'd done the same things when I was five to seven and nothing went wrong. They explained to me that I was bigger now and wouldn't have had a problem with a girl my own size, but Lisa was too small for me and I'd torn her insides. They were having to operate on her to repair the damage. I was in real trouble. The prosecutor had decided to make an example of anyone who raped and injured a girl under eight. The policemen, though, had talked to the people in the ambulance and were compassionate. They talked to my parents, who came with an attorney to talk to me at the hospital. I was allowed to stay there until Lisa had recovered from surgery enough for me to talk to her. I told her what had gone wrong, and apologized for not having thought about the difference in our sizes.

I soon found myself and my attorney having an unpleasant conversation with the prosecutor. The prosecutor could ask that my case be transferred to adult court, and he thought that request would be granted, considering the injuries to the girl. If I was convicted, I'd serve a long sentence and then have to register as a sex offender, but if my attorney could get a sympathetic jury, I might not be convicted.

There was a new alternative that wasn't getting much publicity. If the prosecutor and one of the victim's parents agreed, I could be castrated. My sex life would be over, I wouldn't be able to hurt any more little girls, and I wouldn't be able to have children, but I wouldn't be prosecuted and very few people would know what I'd done. If I was willing to consider castration, the prosecutor would make the arrangements for me to meet with the people who were running the program. They might reject me, in which case I'd be prosecuted. If they didn't reject me, I could decide against being castrated, again resulting in prosecution. If I decided to be castrated, they wouldn't return me until I'd been castrated. I couldn't take my attorney with me; I'd be on my own to make that decision. My attorney and I agreed that it was worth considering; he thought that I had at least a 50 percent chance of being convicted.

The next morning I was at the place where the castrations were performed. What I found there was a considerable shock. I was taken to a room that held six girls, and left alone with them. I was seated beside the youngest, who was about seven, Lisa's age. I thought that they might be about a year apart in age, from seven to twelve. The oldest girl appeared to be in charge and was seated across from me. She introduced herself as Heather and asked me what I'd done to be sent to see them when I was so young. I explained briefly, and she said to explain again, this time in detail. I did, telling them the same things that I've written above. Most of the girls then asked questions, which I tried to answer honestly. The youngest girl, obviously identifying with Lisa, had the most questions.

Heather explained, "The penal system had a problem. They wanted to be able to offer castration to sex offenders under various conditions, but most doctors won't castrate sex offenders. They came up with a new idea. They'd hire girls age seven and above, but not yet menstruating, and let them perform the castrations. There would be an incentive pay program for the girls, insuring that their interests and the state's interests weren't in serious conflict. The girls were expected to decide which offenders wouldn't be helped by castration and to refuse to castrate them. They'd often have to have sex with the offender to make that decision, so they'd let the girl and the offender enjoy sex together without fear of legal consequences. They also thought that offenders would be more willing to be castrated if they were given a final chance to enjoy sex before losing that ability forever."

She said, "I don't think the circumstances you described justify castrating you, or even prosecuting you. I also understand that you're faced with an egotistical prosecutor who wants to get reelected and you need one of the girls to agree to castrate you." She asked the girls, "Do any of you think Brian should be castrated." No. "What about prosecuted?" No.

She continued, "We have various rules governing which girls can castrate which offenders. Most of the time, several girls meet all of the requirements and the offender gets to choose which one he wants. This time, none of the girls meet all of the requirements. I'm sure which one is the best choice, but if either you or the girl object, there's a second choice." She turned to the youngest girl, who was beside me, saying "Kate, you need to talk to Brian and see if you are satisfied with each other."

Kate said, "I think the prosecutor is being unreasonable, but if you're really sure that your best choice is to be castrated, I want to do it. I do almost all the young boys. We'll have some fun first and I'll teach you some more things that you should have done with Lisa and how you could have had intercourse with her without injuring her. Then, when you're ready to let me, I'll castrate you and do the other things that needed to be done so you can be released without being prosecuted. Before we have any fun, though, the rules say that you have to sign a form agreeing to let me castrate you at a mutually agreeable time within the next two weeks." I said, "I still need to know more before I decide for sure that I want to be castrated, but if I do, you'll be the one to do it." She surprised me by giving me a quick kiss.

Heather resumed questioning me. She asked a number of details about my going through puberty and said that I was in the middle of stage three. She asked, "How long has it been since your wet dream?" I said, "Six days." She asked, "How many times have you ejaculated since the wet dream and what was the cause of each?" I told her, "Twice with Lisa, playing around before having intercourse, and the last time when I hurt her." "I'd ejaculated a total of four times in my life?" Yes.

She said, "You and Kate are very lucky. With rare exceptions, none of which has happened yet, to be considered by our program, the offender has to have ejaculated while committing his offense, and you did. If someone is going to castrate a boy like you, it's best for the boy to know that before he's ejaculated very many times. The more times he's ejaculated, the more he enjoys it, and once he gets used to it he expects to continue to enjoy it. When you tell him that you're going to take that ability away from him, he gets very, very upset. You knew after just four times that you were going to be castrated; you won't have any trouble accepting that soon you won't get to ejaculate any more.

"The best time to castrate a boy is in the first few weeks after his first ejaculation. Kate will be able to castrate you about two weeks after your first ejaculation and still have time to have most of the ejaculations in your life be with her. That way, instead of remembering Kate primarily as the girl who castrated you, you'll remember her primarily as the girl who gave you almost all the sexual pleasure that you had in your life."

I asked Heather, "What will happen if I lose my nerve after getting sexual pleasure from Kate and decide that I don't want to be castrated? She isn't big enough to restrain me by herself." Heather said, "We don't use restraints; the girls don't think that they're any fun. Kate won't castrate you until you say that you're ready, and you'll have to cooperate with her while she's doing it. If you say no, she'll just go away and wait for you to ask her to come back and castrate you." I asked, "What if I don't change my mind?" She explained, "You will. After all, you aren't allowed anything to eat the day of your castration and anything to drink for at least two hours before your castration. You'll get hungry and thirsty if you wait long. Of course, if you've really changed your mind and would rather go back and be prosecuted than let Kate castrate you, you just have to wait until Kate gives up and comes to ask you if you want to leave here without being castrated."

I said, "I can see why Kate would think it would be more fun to castrate me without restraining me. It'll be better for both of us that way because we'll both know that I want her to do what she's doing. How bad is the castration going to hurt?" She said, "Kate has been well-tutored by a doctor who teaches surgery. She won't hurt you and you'll have good memories of your time with her." I didn't have any more questions, so Heather gave me the form to sign, agreeing to let Kate castrate me in exchange for her giving me some sexual pleasure first, agreeing that the castration would take place at a mutually agreeable time no later than two weeks after I signed the form, agreeing that I wouldn't take testosterone or any other substance affecting the sexual system without permission and acknowledging that violating this could result in feminization, and agreeing to various other legal things. My attorney had carefully read the form and said that he didn't see anything wrong with my signing it if I decided that I wanted to be castrated, so I signed it. Heather immediately faxed a copy of what I'd signed to my attorney to inform him of my decision.

Kate took me to a private room where she, far more experienced than I was, taught me what ways we could safely enjoy sex together. After a few days, she was running out of ideas of what new to do with me. She asked me, "What would you like to do that I haven't thought of." I told her what I'd thought of and she said, "There's time to do those things and still castrate you this evening. Are you ready for that?" I said, "If we count the day I awakened to a wet dream as day one, I ejaculated with Lisa on day two, not at all on days three, four, five, and six, and with you starting on day seven. Heather said it would be best to castrate me within a few weeks of that wet dream. I thought that it would be nice to wait until the evening of day fourteen, that way all of my ejaculations will have been on ten days during a single two-week period."

Kate said, "I don't have any problem with that, but you said you were about out of things to ask me to do. What are we going to do tomorrow?" I said, "Tomorrow, I'd like you to do what you want to do, not what I want to do. After that, we'll talk about what each of has most enjoyed and decide together what to do." She suggested, "There isn't any reason we have to make it an even number of weeks. The rules will let us continue up through the twentieth day and that'll still be less than three weeks. I'll ask Heather what she thinks."

Heather said, "If you castrate Brian late on the fourteenth day, he'll be castrated two weeks, minus a few hours, after his wet dream. I said that it was best to keep that time short, but a few more days won't matter and I think it will be much better to castrate him late on the eighteenth day, when he's had ejaculations on fourteen days. That's also close enough to the twenty-day limit we have that you and Brian aren't likely to want to extend it. You can decide today and you won't need to talk about it again."

I told Heather that we were running out of things to do already; did she have any suggestions on how to use four extra days? She described 69 and said that Kate should see how many times in one day she could get me to ejaculate while she was having an orgasm. I said that I thought that we needed to be closer to the same size to reach each other that way. She said that she thought we could manage it if we really wanted to, but if we couldn't I should use my hands to give her an orgasm.

She described orgasm delay and said that Kate should see how many times she could get my body to put more semen into my prostate before she finally let me ejaculate at the end of the day. She warned Kate that I'd beg her to let me ejaculate earlier, but that letting me do that would spoil the fun for both of us. The begging would start when my prostate started to stretch to hold more semen. Kate couldn't injure my prostate, the glands secreting the semen couldn't supply enough pressure to do that, but she could stretch it far enough to significantly increase the number of spurts that my ejaculation would last, and each spurt would increase my pleasure, just like each contraction during a woman's orgasm increased her pleasure. It'd be the best ejaculation that I'd have.

She said to spend the other days on a variety of things and said she'd get me the instructions for getting Kate to have a continuous orgasm with over a thousand contractions in twenty minutes and the instructions for getting Kate to have a hundred small orgasms in two hours. Would that help? Yes.

Kate and I talked it over and decided that Heather was right. Kate told Heather and Heather told my attorney the date and approximate time when Kate would castrate me. We tried Heather's suggestions, and some of them exhausted us. When we woke up on the eighteenth day, Kate said we'd enjoy each other all day and she'd castrate me in the evening. I wouldn't get anything to eat until after she'd castrated me; she didn't want me getting sick while she was doing it. She talked to Heather several times, but I didn't know what that was about until the last call.

Kate took me to a room with a conference telephone to talk to Lisa and my attorney. Lisa was at my attorney's office, also in a room with a conference phone. Kate began, "Lisa, we're both the same age, but we've had very different experiences in life. I'll be using words that you don't know, but I don't know which words you don't know. You need to be sure to interrupt and ask for an explanation. If you don't know a word, it's probably an important word that you need to know or you won't understand what you're being told." Kate asked the attorney to make sure Lisa did that. "Are you both comfortable with that?" Yes. "Lisa, has the attorney shown you the anatomy drawings Heather sent him?" Yes. "Did you understand them?" Yes. "Has he gone through the descriptions of what each part does and do both of you understand that?" The attorney said, "I'd thought that I'd know most of the things and just explain them to Lisa, but I found that I didn't know nearly as much as I thought I did about my own body and I had almost as much to learn as Lisa did. Where did you get such detailed drawings?" "From our anatomy and surgery tutor." "What are all the coded color marks that aren't explained?" "The code is what to inject there or which scalpel to use to cut there. Is everything in front of Lisa so she can refer to things when she needs to?" Yes.

Kate asked the attorney, "Have you explained to Lisa why Brian doesn't have any real choice about being castrated?" Yes. "Lisa, do understand that?" "Yes. I don't like it, but I understand it." "I was told that you wanted to have some say in what was done to Brian. Is that correct?" Yes.

Kate said, "Lisa, I want you to know what we've been doing and what we've learned. I've taught Brian how we can safely enjoy sex together and how he can have intercourse with me without hurting me. I have to be on top and in control or I'll get hurt. If his erection grows too large inside me, I have to hold still and let it subside some, then start moving again. If it gets large enough to hurt too much, I have to lift myself off of him. When I was teaching him, I was patient and repeated what I was doing until his body got the message: It wasn't going to get to ejaculate until it stopped insisting on being fully erect. Once it kept his erection the right size to fit me comfortably, he soon ejaculated. We stayed together while he lost his erection and later recovered it, then I made him ejaculate again. His body cooperated from the beginning that time so it didn't take long. We also did things like the two he'd done safely with you.

"Lisa, do you understand how doing that would have worked and how it would have kept you from getting hurt?" "I think you're saying that if I'd just asked Brian to roll over when it had first started to hurt we could have had our fun with no one the wiser." "Yes, but you do know you aren't supposed to be doing that, don't you?" Lisa said, "Of course we know, that was why it was important that no one know what we'd been doing."

Kate said, "Lisa, I want you to know what would have happened to Brian if you'd said you didn't care what happened to him. Once you understand that, you can tell me what changes you want. You and his attorney should make notes so you don't forget any of the changes you want." The attorney said, "We'll do that."

Kate began, "Sometime between six and seven this evening I'd have made a cut about an inch long on one side of Brian's scrotum, removed one of his testicles, replaced it with a silicone prosthesis that would make his scrotum look normal and feel close enough to normal to fool women didn't play with men's scrotums, and sewn shut his scrotum. Then I'd have done the same on the other side of his scrotum. Do you understand that I still need to do all this?" "Yes. I don't like it, but I understand." "Of course. I don't like it either, but I don't have any more choice than you do."

Kate continued, "While the prostheses make the scrotum look and feel normal, they're more functional than the testicles they replace, except that they don't supply sperm. Inside, each prosthesis contains some electronics, storage places for various hormones and other liquids, an orifice for inserting a special hypodermic needle to refill the storage places, a metering pump that will supply the correct amount of each liquid to Brian's body, and the necessary plumbing and valves. Someone with an external control device, the serial numbers of the two prostheses, and the password for each of them can adjust the amount of each liquid used, if that later becomes necessary. In the case of married rapists, it takes several tries to get them adjusted so the man and his wife can enjoy sex together, but he doesn't think about sex when he isn't in bed with his wife so he isn't out looking for someone else to rape. His wife can be supplied with a control to use near bedtime if she wants sex that night and the prostheses can be adjusted so he won't be interested in sex with her unless she uses the control to put more testosterone in his system.

"The girls want the prostheses to be hard to tell from real testicles unless you squeeze one too hard. If you do that, you can tell they aren't real because the guy doesn't scream. During a typical castration, the cord to the testicle is cut close to the body, but that removes both the testicle and the cremaster muscle that it was wrapped in plus most of the cord, which was also wrapped in the cremaster muscle. The cremaster muscle extends or retracts the testicles under various conditions and that has to continue to work if you wanted the prostheses to appear real. The girls are slow doing castrations because they have to remove each testicle from the muscle without damaging the muscle and put the prosthesis in its place.

"Next, I would have given Brian a dozen injections at the red marked places. Those would have irreparably damaged every part of his remaining sexual equipment except those involved in sperm transport--I would have skipped those because without testicles he wouldn't have any sperm to transport. The incentive pay system we work under makes it important to both me and the other girls that no one who I get released offends again. Because of that, we all agreed that we'd all do that damage unless the victim specifically asked us not to do it. He wouldn't have been able to get an erection, secrete precoital fluid, make any of the components of semen, or have an orgasm. I would have adjusted his prostheses to make him placid and keep him out of trouble.

"All this would have interrupted his progress through puberty and he would have retained his current appearance and voice. After the seven-year statute of limitations expired, the prostheses would have been readjusted so he'd complete his puberty. That would have given him the appearance of an adult male, but he wouldn't have had any functional equipment. Then the prostheses would have been adjusted again to keep him out of trouble by making sure that he didn't have any sexual or violent urges."

I said, "Lisa, the victim has the right to ask for changes in what is done, and it's time to talk about that. There's an alternative that you could have, if that's what you want. If I don't give Brian any of the injections to damage his sexual equipment and adjust his prostheses differently I can prevent any damage to his sexual equipment and after the seven-year statute of limitations expires they can be adjusted to restore all of his sexual capabilities except the ability to have children. He doesn't have that capability yet; to get a sperm sample to preserve in case he wanted to have children later by artificial insemination I'd have to put off his castration for a year or two, but the rules I have to operate under require me to castrate him within two weeks. That means that once I castrate him this evening there's no way that he can ever have children. Do you understand that none of us have any choice about his not being able to have children?" "Yes, I understand, but I don't like it."

Kate asked, "What about the rest of what I'd intended to do this evening? Do you want me to irreparably damage Brian's sexual equipment, so he'll lead a placid life without thoughts of sex, do you want him to become a fully functional adult man, except for being unable to have children, or do you have something different yet in mind? There are other things that the prostheses can do if his sexual equipment isn't damaged." Lisa asked, "Can you give me some examples?"

Kate said, "Sure. Some of them are intended for married men, but there isn't any reason why I can't give you the same kind of a control as a wife would get. When a married rapist is castrated, we need to leave him with enough sexual capability to have sex with his wife, but we don't want him lusting after someone else. We can get that to work when a high testosterone level contributed to the rape, but that isn't always the case. For the others, we can give him a powerful motivation to behave; we can set the prostheses to cause him to pass out if he ejaculates away from his wife's control. Usually the husband is so afraid that his victim will get the police there before he regains consciousness that he's afraid to try it. Also, we can cause him to be incapable of getting an erection or ejaculating for some period of time, maybe a year, if he ejaculates away from his wife's control.

"There are other possibilities for married men that require a little irreparable damage. If the husband can't get an erection, he and his wife can still enjoy oral sex, but the lack of an erection will seriously hamper his career as a rapist. If his wife doesn't like swallowing his semen or doesn't like it getting on the sheets, she can have us take away his ability to ejaculate, leaving him the ability to have a dry orgasm, just like boys can have before they are able to ejaculate. He gets a little less pleasure but can do it as often as his wife wants. We always do this to married rapists of boys. It humiliates them to be reduced to a boy's ability to have sex. One victim had us fix a married man so he couldn't have a forceful ejaculation; instead his semen just dribbles out without an orgasm. If he's inside his wife's vagina or mouth, he feels himself getting ready to ejaculate and then he feels himself start to lose his erection, without even noticing that some of his semen has dribbled out of him into his wife. It didn't reduce his value in bed to his wife, but it kept him from getting much pleasure from sex.

"There are other possibilities that we intend for single rapists. Instead of stopping Brian's puberty, you could switch it from male to female. He, now she, would be about two and a half years behind the average girl in her development, but many girls know some girl who's that far behind. In a few years, with her clothes on she'd look like a girl, and with surgery she'd still look like a girl with her clothes off and she could have sex like a girl. She'd still be sexually interested in girls, so instead of being a heterosexual man she'd be a lesbian woman."

Lisa said, "I'd never thought of turning Brian into a girl. Brian, will you agree to that if I ask you to?" He said, "I'd still think of myself as a boy and wouldn't like having a girl's body, so I hope that you won't ask me to do that. Kate, if Lisa really wants that, how long can I have to make up my mind" Kate said, "If she wants that, it's best done this evening, but Lisa can come to help you make up your mind."

Lisa said, "If I had my choice, nothing would have happened to Brian. I knew before I got to the hospital that he'd been shocked to find that he'd hurt me and had no idea what he'd done wrong. I don't want him punished at all. I'm willing to accept that he has to be castrated, but I don't want anything else done to him. I want his sexual equipment kept in working order; we might want to use it together again someday. I hadn't realized that his body could be turned into a girl's body and don't want that done to him, but I was curious what he'd think of the idea. If he'd liked the idea, I'm the one who would have needed time to think it over."

Lisa asked, "Have you ever turned anyone into a girl?" Kate said, "Not myself, but one of the other girls did once. A teenage boy, Mike, had drugged and raped a classmate, Ashley, and had gotten her pregnant. Ashley decided that Mike needed to be punished appropriately, and she had a better idea than prison. Mike was castrated and Ashley watched and took his testicles home for a keepsake. She had Mike turned into Liz, who still likes girls, but now that she's a single mother she's hoping to find a lesbian lover."

Lisa said, "Since I can't keep Brian from being castrated, I'd like to be with him when it happens, and I'd like to have his testicles for a keepsake. Did you mean that I can have that if I ask for it?" Yes. Kate asked the attorney how early this evening he could get Lisa here and they arranged a suitable time. Kate continued, "Lisa, can you decide on the way if you want Brian's testicles in a sealed jar full of preservative or if you want them turned into leather by tanning and put in your choice of several kinds of cases so you can take them out and handle them." Lisa asked, "Can I wait until I have one in my hand to decide?" Yes.

Kate said, "Lisa, I didn't want Brain to be castrated in the first place. I agreed to castrate him only because he didn't really have any choice. If it had been my choice, I would have simply castrated him and left everything else working, but the rules we'd agreed upon didn't allow me that choice; I had to irreparably damage his sexual equipment unless you asked me not to do that. I hoped that you'd decide that you wanted him kept in working order and I left talking to you for as long as I could so you'd have as much time as possible to forgive him for hurting you." Lisa said, "I didn't need the time; I knew that he hadn't known that I was going to be hurt."

Kate warned, "Given what I have to do to keep from damaging Brian's sexual equipment, some of it will continue working over the next seven years and you'll have to avoid getting in trouble over that." Lisa said, "I'd like you to keep as much of it working as you can." Kate said, "I'll have to do some experimenting to accomplish that while still keeping his puberty interrupted, but I think that I can keep everything working. If you want Brian to lust for you, though, you'll need a control to cause that when you want it." Lisa said, "Yes, please." My attorney had some harsh things to say about that.

Kate warned, "Lisa, when Brian's prostheses are adjusted in seven years to continue his puberty, he'll be back to the state that he's in now, except that being fertile in a year or two will no longer be in his future. You'll be fourteen and if you got caught he'll be in trouble all over again. If you want to do anything, you'll have to be extremely careful not to get caught." My attorney had quite a few words to say to Lisa and me on that subject.

Lisa asked, "When can I have my favorite babysitter back?" Kate said, "He'll need to stay for at least two days to heal, but you can stay with him. Given what you just requested, it'll take longer than that to get the adjustments right and you'll have to stay for that. He'll be sore for perhaps a week and have to be careful not to damage the stitches that I'll use to sew shut his scrotum. The prostheses attachment won't be strong yet, so handling his scrotum is out, and he can't be physically active; no running, jumping, or sudden movements, for example. Both of you should probably expect to be staying for about a week." My attorney asked if any of us had anything more to say. No.

Kate and I were ecstatic over what Lisa had decided and as soon as we got back to our room we had the most passionate sex that we'd had together. Kate said that I wouldn't get anything more to drink until after she'd castrated me. She said that ejaculating always made guys thirsty, but it wouldn't get much worse while she was castrating me and she'd give me a drink right afterwards, so she'd keep doing things with me until Lisa arrived. These things weren't part of the shared pleasure that had gone before. What happened between now and when Lisa got here were for her enjoyment and to get her in the mood for doing a castration. What she did, and how the guy felt about what she did varied. She liked me, so she hoped I'd like what she'd do this time.

I asked Kate, "Will you tell me in as much detail as you can all the things that are going to make you enjoy castrating me?"

Kate said, "I'll massage your testicles while we talk. That'll speed up your semen production and there are two benefits from your having more semen when you ejaculate. First, each ejaculation will last longer and that will make it more pleasurable, and second, that will help you build up a big thirst by the time Lisa arrives.

"It isn't just castrating you that'll be special. The whole time I've spent with you has been special, and I've enjoyed all twelve days we've been together. Much of that enjoyment has been because most of the things that will make castrating you special have also made our time together special. The rest is because I've been anticipating for those twelve days both how I'm going to enjoy what will happen between now and when Lisa joins us and how I'm going to enjoy castrating you.

"There are several things that make you very special to me: The first ones are things about you that make you different from anyone that any of us have castrated. You'll be the youngest boy we've castrated. You only ejaculated four times before learning that you were going to be castrated. You've been ejaculating for less that three weeks and almost all of your ejaculations have been with me. You haven't made any sperm and never will. I'll be interrupting your puberty before your voice has started to change. None of us have ever castrated someone who none of us thought should be castrated, and I'm only doing it because you asked me to do it in spite of that.

"The last two things about you is your refractory period. That consists of two parts; the first is how long you have to wait after you ejaculate before you are ready to easily get an erection again. That's shorter during puberty than afterwards, and continues lengthening as you get older. It's at its shortest when you first started ejaculating, and that describes you. The second part is how long it takes after the first part to get you to ejaculate again. When I timed you during your evaluation, the first part was four minutes and the second part two more minutes. It's more fun, of course, to take a lot longer than two minutes, but the four minute wait time has been a big help and is the shortest I've ever seen. The total time from ejaculation to ejaculation is six minutes, and that is also the shortest I've ever seen.

"The other things that make you special are your thoughts. You haven't just wanted me to give you sexual pleasure, you've wanted to give me sexual pleasure, and you've done that. It isn't just sex that we've shared; we like each other and have enjoyed being together. I've never castrated someone I liked before, and I have mixed feelings about that, but you truly want me to castrate you and you want me to enjoy doing it, and with that I'll be able to do it and enjoy it. You asked at the beginning about being restrained and were told that it wasn't any fun to castrate someone who was restrained. Most guys are upset when they find out that they aren't going to be restrained; you understood why it would be more fun for me if you weren't restrained and decided that you'd also prefer it that way. Lisa will be here to watch and you want her here."

I asked Kate, "What I can do to add to your enjoyment?" Kate replied, "Do you mean now, or during the castration?" I replied, "Both. Tell me about now first." She said, "I'd been hoping that you'd ask that. There's one thing that I'd really enjoy doing, but without your asking that I'd feel guilty doing because it'll be hard on you.

"When I'm having you repeatedly ejaculate to get you thirsty, I'd normally stop when you asked me to castrate you because you were too thirsty to stand it any longer. Instead, I'd like you to just tell me when you think that you won't be able to stand the thirst any longer after two or three more ejaculations. Instead of stopping, I'll do something that I couldn't enjoy doing with someone with a longer total refractory time, so you'll probably be my only chance to do it.

"You'll have to help to maximize the enjoyment for both of us. You need to keep your attention focused on the tip of my tongue, and doing so will also make you acutely aware of how my tongue is affecting your penis. I'll keep it in contact with you, so you won't have to guess where it is. I'll make small changes to how I'm moving my tongue, and we'll both feel you respond to those changes. Don't lose your concentration for even a moment or you'll be overwhelmed by thirst. To make that easier, I'll stop massaging your testicles. About once every six minutes, we'll both notice your breathing becoming rapid and erratic, you'll ejaculate, and I'll swallow your semen. We'll both enjoy that, but we'll both have to be careful not to let it distract us. During your ejaculation, I'll need to use my tongue to send a clear message to your prostate and associated small organs to give me every drop of semen they've made, and you'll need to concentrate on how I'm doing that. Afterwards, I'll need to use my tongue to send a clear message to your penis that it has to stay erect and enjoy what I'm doing to it, and you'll need to concentrate on how I'm doing that. Neither my tongue nor your penis will get any rest during your refractory period, which will make what I'm doing intensely pleasurable for both of us. Can you do your part without letting your ejaculations distract you?"

I told Kate, "It'll be hard on me, but it'll add to your enjoyment and I want to do that and I think I'll enjoy it as much as you will. What am I supposed to say when Lisa walks in on us?" Kate continued, "When Lisa arrives, tell her to watch what I'm doing. Tell her when you ejaculate; I want her to see me continue after the first time and stop after the second. Don't try to say much, or it'll break your concentration.

"Once I'm ready to start the surgery, I'll need to concentrate on what I'm doing and not talk most of the time, but you and Lisa can add to my enjoyment by talking to me about what you're seeing. I think that doing that will also make it enjoyable for both of you."

I asked, "Did you mean that my voice wouldn't ever change." Kate explained, "Puberty is over for you for the next seven years and during that time your voice won't change, you won't grow any new pubic hair and what you have won't get any coarser or thicker, your penis won't get any longer or thicker, and you won't grow any hair on your chest. After seven years you'll be able to continue your puberty and those things will happen, just seven years late."

Kate said, "Most of the time I'm castrating young men, not boys. I prefer the college age ones, about eighteen to twenty-two. At that age, their testosterone level and interest in sex is at its peak and they are the least willing of any males to be castrated. They're here because they'd rather be castrated than go to prison, but they deeply resent being castrated and assume that I'm going to have some sturdy men tie them down for me.

"Also, at that age their refractory period is still short enough that I can enjoy getting them to ejaculate more times than they want. I have them ejaculate several times during the evaluation, collecting sperm samples and measuring their refractory period. Many of them resent this being done by someone my age and that often earns them an extra time. One of the times I get them almost to the point of no return, hold them a few seconds short of ejaculating until they complain, then take them over the edge.

"The next morning, I tell the ones who complained the quickest that I have some things I want to do just before I castrate them, but first I want to give them some pleasure. I'll stop when they tell me that they're ready to have me castrate them. I take them up to about a second short of ejaculating, back off to about fifteen seconds short, staying there perhaps ten minutes, then repeating, for a couple of hours. I take a short break, then start over again. At some point, the guy asks me not to stop, to let him ejaculate, and I tell him I'll do that as soon as he tells me that he's had enough pleasure and is ready for me to do what I want and then castrate him. When he's finally ready and has his climax, he tells me that I gave him the best climax he's ever had.

"I do other things with other kinds of guys, always something he hasn't done before and that has a great ending for both of us.

"After that, everything is about the same as it'll be with you, but without the extra ten days I took with you. If I want to make it harder for one of the guys, I tell him that the only time I'll pay any attention to him saying he's ready for me to castrate him is when he's about ten seconds away from ejaculating. I'll take him at his word and castrate him without letting him have that unwanted ejaculation. It's amazing how hard it is for a guy with way too much testosterone to ask me to stop when he's that near to ejaculating. I have to start early with these guys, and I always warn them that there's a deadline. If they ejaculate after the deadline, I'll return them uncastrated ‘because they have no self-control.'

"When I take one to the room where we do the castrations he's shocked to find out that, far from being restrained, he has to hold still, watch me do it, and talk to me while I do. I tell him that there's nothing wrong with resenting being in the situation where he has to let me castrate him, but he needs to remember that he got himself into that situation. I warn him that I'll send him back uncastrated so he'll go to prison unless he's able to accept that none of this is my fault, that I'm going to enjoy castrating him, and that I want him to enjoy my doing it.

"When I've removed each testicle from its cremaster muscle, I look it over carefully for any sign of cancer. I pick up a scalpel and tell him that this is his left (or right) testicle's last chance. Does he want me to remove it or does he want me to stop? The special pleasures I get from castrating a college-age guy come from several things: It's special to know that I'm a third of his age and I've conquered him while I've been alone with him. The smarter ones realize, of course, that I must have some kind of protection, but mostly I depend on rejecting any guy I don't trust. I prefer that he goes to prison. It's special to know that I'm castrating him when his testosterone level is at its highest. It's special to let him look at each of his testicles for the first time and then get him to tell me that he wants me to remove it. If he's in college and it was date-rape, it's special because he deserves it so much for betraying his date's trust. College athletes have way too much testosterone and are often too arrogant to treat women right; it's special to take their athletic career away from them. The ones who aren't in college tend to be guys who had a history of getting into trouble but not getting punished by the juvenile justice system. They're also high-testosterone guys, and it's special to remove them from the gene pool."

I asked, "Why don't you have any teenage girls, or even older women, working here?" She said, "Heather always knows the age of the offender we're going to meet and picks who meets with him accordingly. We need to be sure that we're never seen as authority figures, and usually not as potential victims and we rarely use someone near the age of the offender. That means that I get most of the offenders under eighteen and many of the college-age ones. There are too many that age for just me to handle, so the youngest of the other girls also deal with them. The older girls usually get older offenders."

Kate continued, "We get a fair number of married rapists, partially because their wives don't mind their husbands being castrated nearly as much as they mind their husbands being sent to prison. We have teenage girls, thirteen to fifteen, who specialize in the married men. If the victim doesn't want to be there, the teenager always has the wife present for her husband's castration and then spends a week or more adjusting his prostheses so he doesn't find it difficult to have sex with his wife but doesn't take advantage of the opportunities that the teenager makes sure he has to have sex with her or any of the other girls. The husband and wife are well aware of what she's doing and that each girl he has sex with gets a bonus for getting him to do it. The bonus is doubled if he does something with her that he hasn't done with any of the other girls and tripled if hasn't done it with any of his victims. It's in both his and his wife's interest to get the adjustments right, and that's easiest done if he does his best to have sex with every girl who tempts him. Usually, the husband succeeds in having sex at least once with every girl here.

"You're a special case. You're under eighteen and thus normally mine. You're so young that Heather definitely wanted to use me with you, but I'm the same age as your victim. Once she realized that your victim didn't consider herself a victim, she decided that I would definitely be the one to castrate you."

Kate was right; each time I ejaculated I was immediately more thirsty. I finally told her, "I'm getting to where the thirst will soon be unbearable. It's time for me to let you enjoy continuously stimulating me. I hope I like it too." Kate quickly restored my decreasing erection and I ejaculated six times and was nearing a seventh when Lisa came in. I told her what Kate had asked me to tell her. After my eighth ejaculation, Kate stopped, explained just how she'd been stimulating me, and then told Lisa, "I'll give you and Brian some time alone together. Am I correct that you'll want to be the one to give him his last sexual pleasure before he's castrated?" Lisa agreed, "Yes, of course."

Kate told Lisa, "Brian won't have his testicles much longer so you should take ten to twenty minutes to massage them. Then do what I showed you and have him ejaculate at least four times so there will be at least two special ones in the middle that don't interrupt what you're doing. When you're done, call me back in." I expected Lisa to stop after my fourth ejaculation, but she, like Kate, found that she got a special pleasure from not stopping. She stopped after six, telling me, "I've taken an hour and I'm getting tired; it's time to call Kate."

We all went to where the girls did the castrations. We had to be clean and Kate said she'd shave my scrotum and then we'd all take a shower together so she could make sure Lisa and I were clean enough.

Kate said that I needed to be careful not to do anything that would move my testicles and scrotum. There were places that I could grip when she told me to hold still and places to put my feet, and I'd need to use them.

Kate gave me some injections that she said were mostly anesthetics so she wouldn't hurt me. She had mirrors set up, some magnifying, and said that she wanted Lisa and me to watch closely what she did. There would be a test for me afterwards. I asked her why a test and what kind of a test. The girls need to know if they're doing anything wrong, so I'd be asked how I felt about various things. I asked if she was saying that the only reason I had to watch was so I could answer questions afterwards. No, all the girls enjoy castrating guys or they wouldn't be doing it, they're proud of their skill, and they like to be watched. None of them are willing to castrate a guy who won't watch. All of them say what they're going to do next before they do it, so there won't be any surprises. Some will also talk about what they're doing while they do it, but she wanted to concentrate on what she was doing, so she wanted Lisa and me to talk about what we were seeing her do and she wanted me to tell her how each thing felt.

Kate carefully cut open the left side of my scrotum and very carefully, without cutting, made an opening in my left cremaster muscle, which surrounds the left testicle and raises and lowers it. She looked it over carefully for any sign of cancer, and found none. She picked up a scalpel and said, "This is your left testicle's last chance. Brian, do you want me to remove it or do you want me to stop?" I said, "Remove it." She asked, "Lisa, do you want me to remove it or do you want me to stop?" Lisa said, "Remove it."

Kate carefully disconnected my testicle from the cord attached to it and found a prosthesis the same size. She handed my testicle to Lisa and told her to hold it where she and I could both look at it in magnifying mirrors. She asked Lisa which way she wanted my testicles preserved. Lisa was sure that she'd occasionally want to take one out and hold it in her hand, so Kate said she'd tan them. She asked me to describe it and tell her, if I could, what each thing I saw did. I discovered that I didn't know much about testicles and had to ask quite a few questions.

While I was talking, Kate inserted a refilling machine needle into the orifice of the prosthesis, filled it with the liquids I'd be needing, and attached it to the blood vessels that had previously been attached to my testicle. Then she took my testicle from Lisa, washed it, and put it in a tanning solution.

Now it was time for Lisa to describe what Kate was doing. Kate carefully cut open the right side of my scrotum and very carefully made an opening in my right cremaster muscle. She looked it over carefully for any sign of cancer, and found none. She picked up a scalpel and said, "This is your right testicle's last chance, and since we can't get a sperm sample from you, your last chance at preserving your ability to have children. Brian, do you want me to remove it or do you want me to stop?" I said, "Remove it." She asked, "Lisa, the final word is yours. Do you want to keep Brian from being able to have children or do you want me to stop?"

Lisa started crying and Kate told her, "It's not that hard a question, Lisa. Just tell me what you want." Lisa thought out loud, "You know what I want. I want Brian to be able to have children, and I want to keep him out of prison. You told me that I couldn't have both, so why are you doing . . . Wait, you aren't mean. You're doing this to me for a reason. You said on the phone that, as the victim, I had various rights, and you told me about rights I had then. Something must have changed and I must have a choice now that I didn't have then. Am I right so far?" Yes.

Lisa continued, "The things that have changed are that we are here in person, Brain's attorney isn't listening, and we're at a decision point—it wasn't time for me to make this decision before. Ah, what's said here has to stay here. We're all legally bound not to repeat it outside of this facility. That means that what I say can't be used to send Brian to prison. Does this mean that I can ask you to stop without removing Brian's right testicle, make sure that everyone except the three of us in this room thinks that he was castrated, keep his one remaining testicle from causing his puberty continue and thus attracting the notice of the prosecutor, and, once the statute of limitations expires and the prosecutor can't do anything to Brian, letting his testicle take him through puberty and make him fertile?"

Kate acknowledged, "Yes, you can ask that and I'm bound to honor that request." Lisa wanted more information, "I'd like an explanation of how you can accomplish what I want,"

Kate explained, "It's possible to have one real testicle and one prosthesis; someone occasionally panics after the first testicle's been removed so everything is designed to allow that. I'll have to drain the prosthesis I installed of fluids and fill it with a different set of fluids so I can safely keep Brian's remaining testicle from producing testosterone for seven years. The prosthesis will hold enough fluids to last the full seven years and I can set it up so Brian's puberty will automatically continue after the statute of limitations has expired, so Brian should be fertile in about eight or nine years, as long as he remembers that he no longer has a spare testicle and takes good care of the one he has left. After running tests on the prosthesis, I can put the real testicle and the prosthesis back inside their cremaster muscles and sew Brian back up. He'll have the normal scars from a castration, so that will look right.

"If I give the control the same serial number for both the left and right prosthesis, it'll keep secret the fact that only one exists.

"There is a record kept of who has used how many prostheses, and it needs to show two used for Brian, so one is going to have to disappear. We have to report whether or not we've castrated someone, but sometimes it says,‘I, S.O.R.S. Kate, certify that I have castrated John Doe,' and other times it says ‘I, S.O.R.S. Kate, certify that I have performed an orchiectomy on John Doe.' We carefully never qualify it as a unilateral or bilateral orchiectomy and everyone is used to assuming bilateral, meaning we've removed the testicles on both sides, rather than unilateral, meaning that we've only removed the testicle on one side.

"I normally send the testicles I remove to the lab, where they make sure I was right about the absence of cancer, and then preserve them in the way I've indicated. Occasionally, though, I don't send them, and do the preservation myself.

"Brian will have to be careful to keep away from doctors who like to do medical exams and make notes about what they've learned. Patient-doctor privilege isn't always scrupulously honored. If you have to have a thorough exam, come back to me. The doctors who we let use our hospital fully understand the need to never violate privilege.

"Thus, we can get away leaving Brian with one testicle, but we all have to remember not to say a word about this outside of this room for the next seven years. Lisa, are you satisfied that this will accomplish what you asked me to do?" "Yes, please stop and do what you've described. If Brian had asked you to stop, you'd have been obligated to return him to the prosecutor for refusing to be castrated. Telling you to stop is my right and I'm exercising that right. One question out of curiosity. You referred to yourself as ‘S.O.R.S. Kate.' What does S.O.R.S. stand for?" Kate explained, "Sexual Offender Rehabilitation Specialist Kate."

Kate did what she'd told Lisa she'd do and when she sewed me back up, everything Lisa had asked for was well hidden.

Once I'd been castrated, Kate said if it hadn't been for Lisa, she would now be giving me the shots to irreparably damage my sexual equipment. Instead, she gave me a large glass of fruit juice that I greatly appreciated. She said that once the statute of limitations expired my prosthesis would allow my remaining testicle to resume making testosterone, my puberty would continue, and in about two years I'd look and sound like a man. She said this was the first time she hadn't irreparably damaged the guy's sexual equipment and the rules said that if any of the girls did that the guy had to ejaculate twenty times to make sure that all of his sperm were gone before he could be released. I didn't have any sperm yet, but the rule still held. Normally, doing it would be her responsibility, but she'd delegate that to Lisa if she wanted me to herself now and would be very, very careful of my scrotum. She told Lisa that she'd adjusted my prostheses to make sure that I'd be filled with lust and would have twenty ejaculations quickly.

Lisa said that she'd take care of me now, including the twenty ejaculations. I took her in my arms and kissed her. Kate told Lisa that as soon as I'd had the twenty ejaculations she'd start working on her request that all, not just most, of my equipment be in working order. She couldn't give me enough testosterone to lust strongly for Lisa; that much would let my puberty continue and we'd all be in trouble, but they thought that, unlike males who'd finished puberty, I'd keep my libido and remain interested in having sex with Lisa. She could, though, give Lisa a control that she could use to temporarily give me enough testosterone to substantially increase my lust for her. Lisa would have to be very careful using it or I'd be in trouble again and there would be limits to how often she could use it. There were other things it could do, and she'd teach her all about how to use it. That way Lisa could fix many problems herself and I wouldn't need to come to have Kate deal with them.

Kate thought that seven years was too long to keep my testicle shut down, so she'd programmed the control to let Lisa choose a two week period each summer when I'd briefly resume my puberty. She'd have to choose the time very carefully.

Kate took us to a bedroom and left us there. We quickly took care of the first four of the twenty ejaculations before I told Lisa that Kate had exhausted me and I needed to sleep. We woke up twice during the night, and each time took care of five more. When our alarm went off we took care of the last six of the twenty. Before breakfast, Kate examined me and said that Lisa had been careful.

Kate tinkered with my prostheses for a few days before she and Lisa were both satisfied that everything was in working order. Then she had me released and Lisa's mom, Julie, picked us up.

Julie told me, "I agree with Lisa that there never was reason to castrate you. It was just Lisa's father who wanted you to be castrated. How long will it be before you're healed well enough to be able to babysit Lisa again?" Lisa said, "He can do that now." Julie asked Lisa, "Did it bother you to watch while Brian was being castrated?" Lisa answered, "No, Kate enjoyed doing it and we both enjoyed watching her do it." Julie asked, "How could either of you enjoy something that you didn't want to happen?" I said, "Kate didn't want it to happen any more than we did, but we all knew that it had to happen to keep me out of prison. Since the only reason Kate was doing it was to keep me out of prison, it wasn't hard for all three of us to accept that and enjoy it. Kate enjoys doing castrations, and not thinking that one should be done doesn't keep her from enjoying doing it. I asked her before she started why she was going to enjoy it, and she said that I was special and gave me a long list of special things about castrating me that would make her enjoy castrating me more than she enjoyed castrating any of the other boys and men she'd castrated. I'll give you one example: She had caused all but four of my ejaculations. That was a good reason for enjoying it, I liked her, and I didn't mind giving her pleasure."

When we got to Lisa's place and went in, Lisa got out the control Kate had loaned to her and started pushing buttons. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I'm making sure you'll stay until I'm ready for you to leave."

Julie noticed the control and asked Lisa, "What are you playing with." Lisa closed it and asked, "Mom, are the police looking for you." Insulted, she replied, "No, of course not, why would you ask such a thing?" Lisa handed the control to Julie, who was startled when it started talking. "You are not authorized to be in possession of this device. Please return it to Lisa immediately." She handed it back and said, "I was wrong. Whatever that is, it isn't something to play with." Lisa opened it and pushed more buttons. She said, "The FBI says they don't have your fingerprints on file. I'm relieved that you told me the truth. If you'd been on a wanted list, I think that the police would have shown up at the door quickly." Lisa went back to pushing buttons and at one point she spoke her mother's first name and then her last name. Then it spoke her mother's name.

Lisa handed it back to her mother, telling her that it knew her now and wouldn't call the police because she tried to clean Lisa's room. It said, "Julie, I'll recognize you from now on. You aren't authorized to use me, but you can move me when you are cleaning the house or putting things away in Lisa's room." Julie said, "You'll need to keep it in a safe place. I think it'll get upset if the cat tries to play with it." Lisa said, "It'll get more than upset. If no one else is here and the cat doesn't answer the phone, the police will get a burglary in progress call because the cat doesn't have any human fingerprints. If a real burglar takes it, he'll probably push the open button with gloves on and well away from our house. It'll start reporting its current G.P.S. coordinates to the police. The local police will also get a phone call from the state police asking if they need help in recovering the device."

Lisa opened the control and said, "I'll answer your original question about what it is. I can use it to control Brian's hormone dosage and to measure the hormone levels in his bloodstream." She displayed information about testosterone and her mother asked, "Why is the level in his bloodstream so much above the nominal range, and why is the delivery rate temporarily elevated?" Lisa turned red and told Julie, "Figure it out for yourself." She looked puzzled for a while, and then asked Lisa, "Are you healed yet from your surgery?" Lisa said, "Kate's doctor checked and said that I was healing nicely but that I wasn't fully healed yet and should be checked again before doing anything that might stress the injured area."

Julie asked, "How obvious is it to someone who sees Brian without clothes that he's been castrated?" Lisa took us to her bedroom and had me undress. Julie said, "I hadn't thought about them giving him prostheses." Lisa said, "They aren't just for looks; they're what my control used. Watch." She stroked my inner thigh on one side and the testicle on that side went up. Julie said, "I've seen animals castrated and the muscle that raises and lowers the testicles is removed." Lisa said, "Kate can't take the easy way out. She has to replace a testicle with a prosthesis without damaging the muscle that surrounds it." Lisa went out to the car and brought in her things. She got out my testicle and handed it to Julie, saying "This is what's hidden inside the muscle during an animal castration. Be careful, I don't want his testicle damaged. Kate only gave me one for a keepsake."

Julie looked, asked questions, and said that she'd worried unnecessarily about Lisa being with me. She was finally ready to accept that neither one of us had been harmed by the experience. She said that Kate was skilled and the scars were where they'd be least noticeable. She left and told us to lock the door after her.

Neither Lisa's parents nor my parents realized that Kate wasn't an adult until more than ten years later.

I had a rough time having to wait until I was in college to finish my puberty, but it's over now. I now have a job in a different part of the country where no one knows about my past. I'm married now and my wife is pregnant. She knows about my past, of course, but she talked to Lisa and Kate and doesn't hold what happened against me. She said that she owed Lisa and Kate more than she could ever repay. If we had a daughter, she'd be named Lisa Kate. My wife asked Kate how many men and boys she had castrated. Kate said she'd castrated almost a thousand men, but she wasn't allowed to say how many boys she'd castrated.

The only reason that Kate could talk about it then was that the state was no longer keeping such tight wraps on the adult part of the operation. After a few years, they had decided that it would be better to disclose what they were doing before someone talked and rumors started flying. The girls had a track record by then and they were getting much better results than the chemical castration treatment that their operation was being compared against. The state provided free sperm banks for rapists, but they could only use the sperm if they kept out of trouble for a few years. The married men were given prostheses that were adjusted to supply plenty of the form of testosterone that kept the internal sexual organs in good operating condition, to supply enough testosterone for them to be able to perform with their wives but not enough to keep their mind on sex the rest of the time, and enough female hormones to calm them but not enough to cause the body changes that were a problem with some forms of chemical castration. The state talked some of the major TV stations into giving them an hour to explain to the public why they were abandoning chemical castration and to explain their previously secret pilot program to replace it with physical castration. The state expected the program to finally adequately answer the federal judges' criticism of the current system for lacking any effective treatment for most sexual offenders. One key requirement for making it all work was to give in to the demands of those running the pilot program and various youth advocacy groups to return to the common law meaning of the words child and youth. The idea of treating a youth as a child came from a group of women who wanted girls to work in factories instead of running around and having sex. That was later made illegal by the child labor laws, but we hadn't undone the change in the meaning of the word child. The same group of women had later brought us prohibition, another bad change that we later had to undo. Their only unqualified success was women's suffrage.

Heather was right; it had been a good time to castrate me. If I'd been older, I'd have greatly resented being castrated, but with only four ejaculations before I'd agreed to be castrated, I didn't have that much to miss. The twelve days I ejaculated with Kate didn't cause a problem. I knew at the beginning that she'd castrate me when we were done and that I was only having those ejaculations because she wanted me to enjoy them before she castrated me. I never dreamed that Kate would provoke Lisa into saving my last testicle so my wife and I could have children.

Heather was also right that I'd have good memories of Kate, not bad memories. Kate has called me once a year and always asks about Lisa. When I'd found the girl I wanted to marry, Kate asked me if Lisa had wanted to marry me or if I'd wanted to marry her. I told her no, we'd enjoyed the times we'd had together, but we'd always known that we wouldn't love each other in a romantic way. Kate said that she'd talked to Heather recently and told her what had happened over the years to me. Heather had said that she was glad that we'd kept in touch. She'd been sure that we'd both have fond memories of each other, but she'd thought that it wouldn't be a good idea to tell Kate that at the beginning.

I asked Kate who had been in charge after Heather, and she said that whoever was in charge was always called Heather. The girls who did the work got to choose what they were called. Then her real name wasn't Kate? Of course not. The girls' real names were well-kept secrets.

THE END: The sequels have titles beginning with "Choose Castration-" and are independent of each other (but not of this story) so they can be read in any order. Each illustrates a different aspect of the state's sexual offender castration facility.

In 12 of the stories, there are 27 testicles and 2 ovaries removed, 5 penises lost during sexual reassignment surgery, 5 penises that lose sexual functionality, and 13 testicles and 2 ovaries that are temporarily disabled by hormones.

In 1 story, there are 2 testicles and 2 ovaries temporarily disabled by hormones.

In 1 story, the girl handling the case refuses to perform the castration.