Chance, my ass. I'm her boyfriend; call me Matt. I can't say I approve of her plans, but what the hell. Brenda is the hottest piece of ass in the continental United States, even if "she" started out as a boy. Her own parents had gone through Harmony at one time, and Brent came out of that little trip smooth as glass between his legs. His mom wasn't like the bible-thumpers down there, though; she wanted a daughter something awful, and the folks in Harmony don't exactly care just why a parent wants to have their kid cut; to them, any castration or nullification is some sort of holy rite of passage. They stopped requiring parents or kids to join their church in order to be cut years ago.

Anyway, Brenda's mother feminized the holy hell out of the kid as soon as she got him home. Whatever she did was effective; you couldn't possibly tell she isn't a genetic girl unless you did a DNA test. She even looks like a girl naked; her mom sprung for the surgery when Brent, as he was known for another several months after surgery, turned 12.

Me, I don't care what happens to her kids. She adopted them when she married that lazy son of a bitch Curt ten years ago; she wanted kids, not a husband, but you couldn't adopt at that time unless you were married. Curt beat her up a couple times and she got rid of him through an unconsted divorce soon after. I'm just in this for the sex. See, I like boys, although I can't even come out as gay, not with my job. Brenda suits me just fine, though; I was so lucky to find her. I know she's really a male, and she has that softness to her body and a shape that makes it very easy to pretend she is a teenage boy, even though she passes as a 32 year old girl easy enough. I've never noticed anybody suspect any different.

Thank god she isn't planning a sex change for her kids, though. I couldn't condone that. Strange enough living with children not your own, especially a rambunctious bunch like her brood. Her daughter is easy-going enough; at 8, she's just mommy's little princess and stays out of my way. Her boys are cute as hell, admittedly, and I've been able to keep away from them due to the incredible sex Brenda gives me. They are nice enough boys; fairly polite, reasonable good in school, but dirty and obnoxious when the mood hits them. At 12 and 10, they are still controllable, but the elder, Josh, is fairly strong for his age already. Probably all the running and football he's into. The sports-thing drives Brenda nuts; she hates the stinky equipment. They both play football and hockey, both of which cost a shit-ton of money every damn year for dues and clothing. Her main reason, she says, for this "accidental" visit to Harmony is that they both have been getting worst grades lately and with Josh turning into a bit of a bully lately and that behavior rubbing off on Tommy; I agree they are a bit of a handful, but what kid isn't?

It's pretty common, though, and both boys have schoolmates that have lost either their nuts or everything. They don't associate much with those kids, of course; sexless boys tend to be quite different than normal ones, especially since Harmony started doing their "complete" service. I suggested she just get them fixed, i.e., castrated only, it's enough to calm down any boy, but I have a suspicion she's going for the full monty here. What can I say? They aren't my kids, and in the back of my mind, I can't help but be curious what it's like to have an ex-boy in the house. Hope I can keep my hands off them, though. Josh, despite his attitude, is a damn cute lad and Tommy looks a dead-ringer for him two years ago.

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"What bugs me is we only have two months for holidays, and we are wasting at least a week in this stupid city, when we COULD be at Six Flags already!" Josh was bemoaning his delayed trip to the fair to a couple kids at the waterslide park. All three siblings and Tommy's friend were enjoying the day there; in Harmony, the crime rate was such that it truly was worry-free for both their Mom and her boyfriend to let them go alone. One wrist-band (ankle for Tommy's skinny limbs) and registration at the front desk was that was needed for a full day of fun, sans parents.

The kids that Josh made friends with were sympathetic on the surface, but not overly so. They got irritated by this kind of blow-hard attitude They liked their home town, and wasn't this waterpark the best in central USA? They saw kids come through all the time, and they knew full well that a lot of them, most of them, would be going home missing at least their balls.

"Hey, it aint that bad. Six Flags don't have anywhere near as good a waterpark as this one, and it's hot as hell this summer; you should just enjoy it here!" responded one of the locals.

Josh looked the kid over, eyes passing down and unable to miss the bump-less zone between the kids legs. His tight, rubberized-lycra little shorts did absolutely nothing to hide his sexless crotch. Why he seemed almost proud of his lack, Josh couldn't fathom. All these kids seemed to act like it was so freakin' normal to be like that; there was no arguing with them, either, especially ones that had been done recently. Josh had heard about the newer methods; James, a friend at school one year behind, had been done just last month. James just didn't seem like James anymore; totally different kid. Yeah, he was mostly the same, Josh would admit if pressed, but damnit, he wasn't; not really. He couldn't explain it really, and James wouldn't try; it was almost as if the kid felt superior or something. It pissed Josh off, and he had ceased to play with him, sick of Josh's smug attitude and how he seemed to act younger now. He also noticed his obedience, at home and at school. Fucking sissy, he thought.

Yeah, sissy. Josh played BOYS sports; football, where you slammed into guys and went to battle; James used to play baseball but was on the gymnastics team now. Gymnastics... God. Those leotards and shorts looked like they crawled right up your butt! And it looked girly too, even though he could see the athleticism required.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Tommy don't seem to mind. And the car did sound weird yesterday, but it's gonna be a whole week before it's fixed; I'd rather be on the rides at the 'Flag's fair, man! But, this IS a pretty awesome waterpark!"

The local kid giggled. "'Man' might be the wrong word, pal!" he said with a smile. He spread his legs a bit while they sat on the swirl-pool's ledge, his right leg brushing warmly against Josh's left. "Ya probably noticed, but I aint exactly growing up to be a 'man'!"

See, there's that weird, semi-proud aura again, thought Josh. So weird. And so MANY of them here; shit, there had to be maybe only 10 sets of genitals on the guys at this waterpark, and Josh estimated there were 200 kids playing around today.

He jumped a bit when a hand came down on his shoulder. He turned and saw his mom.

"There you are! Made a friend, did you? Great! Swim out and get Tommy and Danielle, we're heading out for dinner and then a movie, okay?"

"See ya," Josh waved goodbye to the nullo kid. As he took off, he saw his mom talking to him, like she knew him. Weird.

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"Call me Brenda, Doctor. I'm not a mrs... yet!" She squeezed my hand, laying on yet another suggestion about marriage. She wanted me for good, and I just didn't feel ready for that, regardless of how she drove my hormones crazy. Maybe sometime... but not now. Not yet.

"Well Brenda, as you know, we offer a range of services for your boys. Many parents do just go for simple castration, it being quite effective at reducing masturbation in most cases, especially the young ones. However to eliminate any risk whatsoever of sexual behavior in boys, and, as a result, to gain an almost unconditional entry to Heaven, we recommend nullification of the genitals. Our clinic is especially suited to this, and nowadays, results are virtually instantaneous, with next to zero post-operative pain. Changes in behavior that used to take months to happen now occur within a couple of days, with the hormonal replacement device and the nerve-resectioning and low-voltage enervication we do. I can guarantee, within three days after surgery, you will hardly recognize your boys!" The doctor handed her a pamphlet describing the new surgery, and the other, more simple procedures.

I noticed right away that the portion of the pamphlet dedicated to simple castration and penis-stumping was very plain, almost poorly designed, while the section regarding the new more complete method was very flashy and colorful. The price was barely different, and I asked about that.

"Well, Matt, is it? Matt, of course it's actually Brenda's choice, she being the legal guardian, but this clinic is built with De-Gendering in mind; each surgical suite, all three, is equipped to make this procedure easy and fast. Once admitted for any work, it's barely an effort to go 'all the way', so to speak. Thus, we keep the price fairly matched to even a simple castration, to make it easy for parents to give their boys, regardless of age, the best chance at a holy, Godly life. Or, if you are less religiously-inclined, the best behavior-mitigating results possible. Why go part way, when we can complete what a simple castration only hints at for just a few dollars more?"

The guy had a point, I had to admit. While I was reluctant to have this done to the poor kids before this free discussion with a clinic doctor, something about it seemed more appealing to me now. Certainly, if Brenda had any question about this new procedure before (and she did; last week, I remember her clearly stating that she only felt castration to be necessary for Tommy at least, with Josh getting just the exposed part of his penis removed as well due to his constant boners), such concerns seemed dimmer now.

She asked about the 'enervication'. "What is that, Doctor? I'm not sure I like the idea of using electricity on the boys?"

"It's really just a simple part of the process, Brenda. Think of it as a feedback-pulse. It simply makes changes to the nerve bundles that service the penis, testicles, scrotum, and related parts. It's quite technical, but suffice to say, it helps a boy get over his loss more quickly. We find it makes the recovery process very, very fast; you will appreciate it once it's done, I assure you!"

Brenda nodded her head, and discussed things a bit more with him. I felt that the doctor didn't explain it enough, but again, this isn't my choice, and besides, I knew enough now to know that it wasn't a concern or any sort of bad thing. What the heck. I know I wanted the boys to keep some identity as boys, but this 'full service' package sounded like a pretty good deal.

"By the way, what's Josh's favorite candy?"

Brenda was signing something; a medical release to DeGender both the boys. Holy shit. Didn't expect that.

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"Honey, it's just that I don't think I can handle ... Boys in the house any longer. Not the way those two are." She wrinkled her nose at the word 'boys'. "They are only going to turn into stinking, horny men in a few short years; they are cute now, and I want that to last, honey. I don't want them to be girls still, though. I promise you that; one daughter is enough! But two boys, soon to be men, in the house? I just can't deal with it, Matt. Josh goes in tomorrow and will stay at the Adjustment wing of the clinic for three days; that will give us time to give some attention to Tommy and Danielle, make it special for them. Tommy goes in two days after Josh gets released. Too bad they are so booked up; would have been nice to do them at the same time."

"What do you plan on telling the boys? You can't just tell Josh he's going to the clinic, he's going to fight you all the way, you know that right?"

"Honey, both boys probably know what's going to happen. It's not a big deal. Besides, once at the clinic, they are going to pump Josh with enough happy-juice right away that by the time I've signed the admission papers and he is in the preliminary exam, he won't really care what's going on, and will be receptive to the idea. Tommy can stay at the hotel with you; just tell him Josh is having a check-up."

I don't like lying, but heck. Maybe it's for the best for both of them to make this as easy as possible. What's a little white lie?

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As soon as his mom told him he was going for a check-up, he was nervous.

"Why? Why a check-up HERE, mom? Why now?"

"Josh, relax; blood tests are dirt-cheap in Harmony, even for non-residents. I'm not saying that any surgery will happen today, or even while we are here; I want to take advantage of the cheap clinical blood-tests and check-ups, and to maybe discuss the idea of perhaps a simple castration. That's all, son; you know I love you, right? I wouldn't hurt you, and I promise that nothing will happen without you saying "okay", alright?"

Josh looked at her through narrowed eyes, suspicion all over his face. "You promise, nothing will happen? Just a check-up?"

"I promise what I said; we are going for cheap blood tests, and to let the doctor talk to you about the benefits of castration. We won't do anything without your okay. Okay?"

"Why even ask about cutting my balls off? I don't want that, no way, not a chance! Even the kids at school who only lost their nuts when "passing through" Harmony are weird, mom; their sissies.... not as bad as James and his nullo self, yeah, but still! I don't like this, mom!"

"Just hush up now, Josh, I'm taking you in in three hours and that's it. And you can't have breakfast. The blood tests need you to not eat this morning."

"Okay, okay... I won't eat. Fine. I'm going for a walk."

Josh went down to the games-room by the pool downstairs in the hotel and played a few rounds of vids. His hand kept dropping down to the front of his pants, adjusting his dick. It got hard as he watched some girls in bathing suits nearby, giggling while they played DDR XV. Damn, they're cute, he thought.

Five minutes later he was in a stall in the bathroom, pants down around his ankles, playing with his boner as he thought of the cute girls. He loved jerking off; would he still be able to after this morning? He damned well better, or he wouldn't ever talk to his mom ever again. He looked down at his hard four inches and the hairless skin around it, and felt his balls, safe in their thin-skinned pouch. Yeah, it better look the same by tonight, or his mom would be in for it. He'd never forgive her.

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"Hey, cool, Choco-Bits!"

"Just one pack per client, young man," commented the nurse behind the desk at the clinic. Josh was surprised to see his all-time favorite junk food in a little bowl on the counter; what were the chances? He grabbed one of the mini-boxes with his fingers, and managed to sneak another in his palm as he removed his hand, dropping it into his cargo-shorts pocket. He opened the other mini-box and downed the contents in one, gummy mouthful, and sat by his mother and I on one of the couches along the wall. He had swallowed about half when he poked me in the side, making me look; waiting for that, he looked up at me and opened his mouth, giving me an eye-full of the gross mass left in his mouth. He snorted, giggling like a goof.

We had to wait only about five minutes; by that time, Josh was definitely acting like he wasn't scared any more, sitting cross-legged on the couch, happily reading a magazine from the table in front. Brenda was smiling at him, playing with his hair. I did the same, my fingers entwining with hers as we both helped Josh relax. His name got called, a nurse came and took his hand, and he willingly followed her into the exam room. Brenda went with; I stayed in the waiting room, not being officially 'family'.

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Doctor Freissen weighed and measured the 12 year old, did the blood tests, and had the naked boy lay back on the exam table as he explained the procedure the child's mother had picked out for him. Josh was surprised to hear what was in store for him, but somehow, he just could not build up any anger right now.

The doctor made it seem fascinating. Josh undressed without shame for the doctor when ordered, quite calm and not nervous at all, happy in fact, if that was possible. He had no idea the candy was drugged, of course, and just felt a generally pleasant feeling of safety as he stood naked by the exam table. He sat on it when told, the doctor examining his feet, checking his penis, listening to his heart, and checking his teeth as he explained that Josh was going to become DeGendered. Yes, it was the same as has happened to his friend James from school; yes, it was really going to happen; yes, he would be losing all his genitals and even lots of stuff on the inside, related to them.

He didn't want that to happen, but the doctor made it all seem so easy and above all, interesting; the doctor new how to peak a boys interest, and made it seem like nothing at all, a simple rite of passage. He didn't even go all bible-speak on him; this was a clinic dedicated to cutting the balls, and more, off kids from out-of-state. The doctor finished up his explanations as he asked Josh to lay back on the table.

"So, young one. What do you say? Shall I go ahead now and do as you mother has asked, and get rid of these ugly, pointless bits down here?" asked the doctor as he roughly squeezed on Josh's sensitive balls.

"Ow! Haha... that hurt! Yeah.... okay doc. I guess it's all right", Josh responded with a slightly slurred voice, by now high as the proverbial kite as he smiled up at the nice man.

Dr. Freissen produced an eye-dropper and told Josh to open his mouth, allowing three drops to drip onto his toungue, one for each 30 pounds of body weight. Josh purred in pleasure as his body warmed up immediately; he hugged himself as he sighed in sleepy happiness and closed his eyes, and enjoyed a strange dream involving James, a bunny, and a rubbery, floppy knife.

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The Doctor assembled his equipment and with the help of a nurse had Josh's scrotum removed and balls dangling on their cords within a couple of minutes. He removed them with as much cord as possible, and then set to work to remove the penis at the root. He didn't like the stumping process; a boy still could get a boner in the deeper part of the remaining penis. Removal from the root made the crotch look almost hollow on a lad; you could see the missing mass on a nullo, making the crotch slightly concave when seen from the front or side.

Using lasers and the Clean-Field device, there was no risk of infection; the field around the exam table was utterly clean, and with surgical glues, when the nurse closed up the wound, the scarring would be absolutely minimal.

Before that, though, the doctor got to play with his favorite toy, the quite new enervation tool. Developed just in the last year, it was the device that made modern nullos that final bit more nullified than the simple castration/stumping process of the past, allowing the term DeGendered to be labeled to a person.

Finding the nerve bundles in the open wound, he hooked the leads from the device to them. The trick was making sure that the various leads from the tool were fully contacting each set of nerves that were hooked up to the penis, scrotum, and testes; the leads had to connect firmly, and cover the entire exposed surface of the nerves. He got the last one connected, then straightened up and looked at the boy. The lad was peacefully asleep, a light smile played on his lips. Dr. Freissen took off his surgical gloves and and went to the main unit of the enervation device. One large button was on it, with a sliding adjuster on it, which varied the pulse strength, to suit the size of the patient; too little power, and it wouldn't do its job; too much, and it could damage nearby areas of the end-points of the nerves in the brain.

The doctor fiddled with the setting, mentally calculating the length of the 12-years-old boys nerves, and hit the button.

Josh's smile twitched, and fell into a neutral expression; no other effect was seen. The slight hum from the machine lasted a few seconds, then stopped. Josh sighed slightly in his sleep and the smile returned, now contented. The doctor removed the leads from the device and implanted the hormone-delivery node in the cavity remaining between his legs; this would deliver a measured dose of hormones that would ensure Josh would not get elongated limbs, and also keep him relatively happy and content for several months after his loss. It wasn't a narcotic at all, just a hormone mix that leveled emotions. He told the nurse to close up, while he went to wash and catch 9 holes at the club before the lunch-rush arrived. He knew Josh was in good hands.

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The child woke up two days later, instantly wide awake; surrounding him was a friendly looking nurse and two boys. The nurse checked his vitals and introduced the other kids, a 9 year old and a 13 year old named Dave and Jack, both wearing just tight shorts and a tshirt. They were with Josh as he explored his new self for the first time, and helped him get used to the fact he was now a very different child than walked into the clinic. The three of them played some quiet games and walked about the Adjustment Centre, Josh experiencing no pain but taking time to get used to the way things felt now.

It was strange, he thought, how that now that he had no balls and no penis, it was as if they were never there; he felt utterly disconnected to even the idea of his genitals. When one of the boys put his palm on Josh's crotch and felt the smooth, soft, virtually un-scarred surface, Josh felt no sense of shyness and no sense of 'something missing'. It all just somehow seemed..... okay. He was DeGendered; so what? He certainly didn't seem to miss his dick, although how that could be, he had no idea.

Sitting to pee was kinda weird, but he'd get used to that. By the end of that day, as the three children snuggled up together on the big bed and fell asleep, he could honestly say he felt as if he had never had a penis at all. He knew he should feel pissed off; he should feel a horrible sense of loss; but those feelings just didn't happen. He loved the sense of warmth and friendship he felt, curled up like three spoons in a drawer with his new friends. Maybe it was kinda nice not to have a stupid dick in the way; he would NEVER have thought to sleep like this with his friends back home!

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Within the week, both boys were DeGendered, and the the whole group of us was on the way to Six Flags. The drive almost killed me; Brenda doesn't like to drive on the freeways, even with the traffic control making it almost impossible to get into an accident these days.

The kids... they had changed. They were still themselves, sure, but damn; that new procedure sure worked, and worked fast. I couldn't get over how cute they both looked. By the time we got to Six Flags, Josh was wearing lycra shorts for the first time; he never used to like that sort of clothing before. Now, it was like he was showing off his new form. Tommy was no better; he had taken to wearing those new leggings for boys that are popular with castrated kids these days. No pockets, basically just a pair of footless tights; with a t-shirt and sandals, he was ready to go, storing ride-tickets in a belt he cinched around his waist, over top of the shirt.

Brenda seemed frustrated during the trip, especially in our room (the boys had their own room connected). Frustrated with me, I guess. She kept talking about marriage, I kept shying away from the subject; I didn't know if I wanted to stay with her yet, the boys were making me as horny as she was making me, and I just didn't know what I wanted anymore.

I probably shouldn't have been too surprised when she wanted to stop off in Harmony on the way back to drop off a thank-you card to the Clinic. At least, I should have never taken the front desk nurses' offer of a mini-bag of BBQ chips.

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Josh and Tommy were getting ready for their new Gymnastics club. None of us really has any issues with nudity anymore, and we were all naked in the living room as they opened the packages containing the club outfits.

Josh fingered the thin, stretchy material as he lifted the leotard out of the bag. "It's really soft, but looks awfully small, mom; will it fit?"

Brenda assured him it stretched a lot. Josh flipped his long, brown hair out of his face and stepped into the leotard, pulling it up his tanned body and tugging at it to get his arms into the full-length sleeves. I helped him get it situated. Tommy had a struggle with his, getting a bit tangled up; Brenda rescued the kid soon enough they both stood on the rug, admiring their new exercise togs.

James came down from the bathroom and clapped his hands, realizing his two new friends were joining the same club he was in.

Josh rubbed his hands up and down his torso and crotch, enjoying the feel while James showed Tommy some moves he would be learning.

"I like this outfit, mom and dad. It feels neat, and the electric blue color just rocks! I'm glad you enrolled me, mom, you're the best!" He leaped at his mother, straddling her lap as he gave her a big kiss. She laughed and played with him a moment, before the trio of them scampered off to put on some shorts over top of their gymnastics-gear for the trip to the club.

"Stay up there a while, kids, you have half an hour before we leave!" She shouted after them, a high-pitched chorus of "Okay mom!"s echoing back at us from the upstairs hall.

She leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs and removing her towel from her crotch. I had been rubbing her feet for a good 20 minutes, and now she wanted more, apparently.

"Give us a good licking, Matt, would you? I'm horny as hell... doesn't Tommy look just adorable in that little costume?"

"He sure does, dear... so does Josh" I fingered her pussy gently as I talked. "I can't believe how well they have adjusted; me too, for that matter, I guess" I had to stop talking, as her hand brought my head down to her crotch.

"Yes, that new process certainly changes a boy, doesn't it, dear", she purred as I licked her pussy, caressing her legs as I pleased her. I loved doing it, even though I felt not a single stirring of excitement down below; I still found her adorable, and wanted to please her, but had no more desire to fuck and my interest in the boys was now purely platonic and innocent.

My reply, however, was limited to a few muffled noises, and a nodding of my head.

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