Permanent Change IV

Hand shakes and mumbled greetings all around. The Congresswoman was the doctor’s home Representative, her district was in the suburbs, she was 56, a lawyer and had been swept in to Congress in l984 as a conservative. The Congressman represented the district where the doctor’s office was located. He was a machine politician who had started out as a ward heeler and worked his way up through the party ranks. 63 years old, a mane of white hair, neatly blued, he looked like a Hollywood central castings idea of a congressman. Both were unmarried now and devoted a great deal of time to the constituency. That is why they were here at the doctor’s office today.

“I understand from my sources that you have had some problems in the past.” Stated the Congressman.

“Yes I have, there has been two kinds of trouble. The first was caused by my ex husband, he received some very bad legal advice and filed charges against me. At the time it seemed easier to give up my surgical license and take the psych residency. The charges were later withdrawn when my ex came to his senses. The other part is a combination of jealousy and greed. There is jealousy over my success in treating certain stubborn syndromes and greed over the low cost of the treatment. The hospitals want to take a patient in and do my procedure for about $16,000 per man; I do it here in about two hours at a cost of $2000. Money has a lot to do with some of those rumors.”

“So you are looking for a grant or funding?” asked the Congressman.

“Oh heavens no, I don’t want federal or state money, or anyone government money what so ever. My arranging for your visit was to show you a proposed piece of legislation that would benefit the country.”

“See Darrell, not everyone has his or her hand out.” Said the Congresswoman.

”Spoken like a true Reaganite, Margaret.”

“So what is this legislation you purpose dear?”

“I have tentatively named it: The Evaluation and Voluntary Nullification Act. My proposal is that all 65 year olds on the day they become eligible for Medicare, be given an evaluation by a panel. The panel ideally would have a psychiatrist, psychologist, endocrinologist, a businessman of good repute, and a housewife. No attorney’s, no accountants.”

“You have perhaps something against attorney’s dear?” asked the Congresswoman.

“No, but their training they would have a tendency to dominate the board, plus the endless hassle of how many angels can dance on the head of the pin.”

“Why an endo whatsis.” Asked the Congressman.

“I would want blood levels done on the major endocrine hormones and evaluated by a specialist. One hopefully that could put the data in understandable terms to the rest of the boards. If the board finds the syndrome present in an individual, he would be given a non binding recommendation to be nullified.”

“I hate to use this phrase, but define nullified for me Doctor.” Asked the Congressman.

“In the case of woman, there would be some hospital treatment. Her ovaries would be laproscopically removed. Once she healed from this, she would receive some out patient modification, her nipples cut off, her clitoris removed and her vagina sutured shut. For men it would be a simple snip, snip, in the office. They would receive a bi-lateral orchiotomy with a partial phalloectomy. If the patient is married then we would have his nipples removed, as a gesture of sympathy for his wife. Married couples are a bit more complicated, both must consent to be nullified.”

“Could your perhaps use a more common term for what you are proposing for the men, I don’t quite understand what this procedure is.” Asked the Congressman.

“Of course sir, the patient is castrated and his penis removed.”

“Your mad.”

“Oh can it Darrell. You aren’t on the floor now. Woman get it done all the time, they have their breast cut off, their uterus pulled out and all kinds of strange things done to them in the name of the medical profession. I was gutted like a fresh caught mackerel when they did my hysterectomy. That was my sex, what is so precious or sacred about your balls or cock, can you please tell me?”

“Come on Margaret there is a big difference.”

“Tell me what it is then Darrell, what do you need balls and a cock for at your age. I heard about you, all your office girls wear track shoes to stay ahead of you.”

“That’s not so Margaret, after that last character was in the White House, you cannot even look at an employee cross eyed without a sexual harassment charge.”

“This is just a little bickering dear. Please go on.” Said the Congresswoman.

“My syndrome is based on the fact that natural selection has no use for us once we pass our reproductive years. We are living longer, but not necessarily more useful lives. Many people are and should be dissatisfied with their preoccupation with sex, long after it is no longer possible. Nullifying these individuals with an inordinate pre-occupation with sex would have both a beneficial effect on them and society in general.”

“This sounds like eugenics.” Said the Congressman.

“No it is not eugenics. That has to do with selective breeding. This has to do with making life livable for people beyond the breeding age. I would like to set the eval age at 45 or 50, but I know that would never fly. So I would be content with 65 as a starting point, plus anyone that goes on Medicare Disability would be given the opportunity to be evaluated and nullified if he fit the profile.

“How many of your patients fit this profile?” asked the Congresswoman.

“Do you mean on a percentage basis, perhaps less than 6%.”

“You have diagnosed this syndrome in how many individuals so far?” asked the Congressman.

“To date 38 women and 65 men.”

“Of those you diagnosed how many consented to the procedure?”

“Why all of them Congressman.”

“Do you mean to tell me that all of those 103 individuals allowed you to mutilate them?” asked the Congressman.

“Darrell that is a very poor choice of words, you are insulting our host.”

“It is just hard for me to believe that all of those people would walk in here and be chopped up.”

“Congressman, I am a surgeon, and chopped up is not a phrase the would seem appropriate here. The women get a referral to a local OB/GYN to have the ovaries removed. Several have come back with bad path reports. That is the major step for them, the nipples, clitoris and vagina are symbolic gestures to rid them of the external trappings of sex. I don’t allow hormone replacement therapy, either. With the men it is much simpler and quicker, once I determine that this is best treatment for my patient, I get an informed consent, take him next door to my little operating room, introduce him to my little friend, and he leaves two or three hours later freer and happier.”

“You mentioned informed consent dear, now as a lawyer that interests me, how do you do that?”

“First I explain the syndrome to the patient, his or sexuality is out of control, and beyond the point of counseling. Next I inform them that a simple surgical procedure will cure them, if they ask me what it is, I use the professional terms, which by the way is required by law. In the case of male patients it is a bi-lateral orchiotomy with a partial phalloectomy. I do use the more correct phrase phalloectomy rather than the more common penectomy. That is not to mislead them, but so as not to scare them. Then I hand them this ‘consent form’. It was drawn up by my attorney for use with male patients. It is not ironclad, any agreement can be disputed, but this comes as close as possible. If you read it, and you can, it is purposely in 12 point, so no one can say they didn’t see the small print, it states in three different ways what is going to be done. In addition to Latin terms I just gave you, you will find the words castrate, emasculation, and penis removal. Then there is the implied consent of the patient climbing onto the table and being strapped down. Once in that condition they have given me implied consent. Once a man climbs onto the table, he has given his consent to be emasculated, when a woman sits in the chair she also give implied consent for my modifications of her body, so I then have both implied and written consent.”

“Sounds pretty clear to me dear.” Said the Congresswoman. “Tell us more about this syndrome, and how your treatment helps.”

“Let us use as an example a 60 year old man. He is alone, in good health as most sixty year olds are now, not worn out not rusted out. He finds himself day dreaming about sex, there is sex all around him, half dressed teenagers at the malls, on television, on the internet. He wastes money on pornography, and he patronizes hookers. More than likely he does not find the many women his own age attractive due to our countries pre occupation with youth. His sex organs are producing too much hormones. So I remove them, and to prevent temptations that exist with modern chemistry, his penis is removed.

If as I suspect about 6% of the population suffers from this syndrome, than the savings would be tremendous. The savings in law enforcement, from fewer prostitutes able to make a living on the street. Lowering of VD rates, which are surprisingly high for men this age. Less cost for counseling, and reduced use of alcohol. Alcohol and pick-ups go together. Overall Medicare would spend a smaller amount of money on this group. You can always sell cost effectiveness.”

“You make it sound quite convincing. I still don’t see where looking at a pretty girl requires a man be mutilated. It sounds barbarous to me.”

“No Congressman, this isn’t barbarous. Barbarous is our state mental institutions, where any vaguely feminine woman is routinely raped by the guards and the other inmates. Castration of male inmate is routine, to calm them down. Barbarous is our use of Ritalin to chemically castrate our boy children, for acting like boys. Those things are barbarous, what I purpose is humane. Margaret was right, why do you need your cock and balls at your age, they are of no real use to you and they cause you to do foolish things and to act in foolish ways. You certainly aren’t going to have children, and that’s what those items are for, producing children, propagating the specie. The older the father, the older the mother, the more likely and devastating are the birth defects.”

“You certainly make a case, I will take your proposal back and talk with some of the boys about it.” Said the Congressman.

“And I will talk to the girls,” said the Congresswoman, “they will be all for this one. Can we see the operating room before we go?”

“Why of course, and I will walk you through the procedure. You don’t object to my calling you Margaret do you.”

“Why no dear.”

“Thank you, Margaret from what you have told me you would be half way there, you have already been relieved of your ovaries when you had your hysterectomy. Do you take hormone supplements to keep up with your husband?’

“I am a widow, doctor.”

“Oh please forgive me I didn’t know.”

“You are forgiven, but to answer the question yes I take the hormones.”

“Why?”

“I guess because the doctor who gutted me prescribed them.”

“With no husband, and your important job in Congress, don’t you think your constituents deserve your full attention?”

“What ever do you mean?”

“Those hormone replacement pills make your body think you are twenty years old, and you are not. The argument about bone density is offset by the increased risk of cancer. You should let nature take its course, let yourself dry up a bit.”

“You have a very convincing way about you, let’s see the operating room.”

The doctor led the two congress members into her operating room. “This is a modified operating table specifically modified for men, once a man consents to climb up on to the knee pads and be strapped in, he has given me implied consent to cut of his genitalia to cure him. The chair is for women; it is a modified birthing chair. As with the table once a woman sits down and allows me to strap her in she has given me the consent to modify her.”

“You don’t persuade them in any other way?” asked the Congressman.

“No blandishments. Let me demonstrate and talk you through. First the patient is asked to disrobe, while they are doing that I scrub. Then I disrobe and show them my modifications. If you will pardon me, it is sort of ‘ask the man that owns one’ or in this case the woman with one. Then I ask them to mount, table for men and chair for women.

I make a little joke at that point, that the strapping in is so they won’t move while I am cutting off something vital. Then the injections, plenty of painkillers, and plenty of drugs to keep the patient from moving. In the case of the woman, I quickly sutured up her vagina, and remove her clitoris. This is covered with liquid bandage, and a pressure bandage. Then her breasts are tied together, so that the nipples will protrude for my little friend here.” At this point the doctor presented her pride and joy, a small working model of a Guillotine. The woman is then wheeled to the table, and her nipples positioned on the Guillotine’s table, once there the machine is clamped down, and the little wooden block lowered to hold the nipples in position.”

“It seems like a toy to me.” Said the Congressman.

“No it is a working scale model, an exact replica. I had a surgical stainless steel blade made that could be auto-claved without loosing its temper, and added lead weights to the blade so it would go through tissue without any thing left hanging on. At this time we would be ready to proceed. If the woman is by herself I give her the lanyard to allow the blade to fall, if she is with her husband then he pulls the cord. Most of the time with couples the wife is raring to go, and the man is reluctant so even with the husband or boyfriend on the table the wife generally pulls the cord or helps her husband. Now I did leave one part out, I would have already cut the husbands nipples off and laid them on the wife’s stomach. This encourages her to go ahead, although I must say women are much more voluntary with this procedure then men are.”

“Again, why do you cut the man’s nipples off?” asked the Congresswoman.

“It is the symbolism here that is important. His nipples serve no purpose, but the symbolic act of removing them, acts to comfort his wife. Look at the number of women that are still getting breast implants even though they know it could ruin their health. Men are balls and cocks, but women are tits.”

“Valid point, dear, but men admire big breasts.”

“Actually Margaret men admire cunts, they are fascinated by tits, but the cunt is where they want to put their dicks. I know it is crude but some times crude and graphic gets your point across.”

“Well said Doctor.” Grinned the Congressman.

“Then for the man, first I use a band castrator, once the band is in place the man has for all intents and purposes lost the use of both his gonads and penis. One band in this position does the work of two that would be necessary were the patient on his back, then a metal protective shield is put around the band so the blade will not slice it off, since it will act as a tourniquet, plus hold his catheter in place until he heals. The position is somewhat intimidating and gives the man a feeling of vulnerability; that is on purpose, but merely a side benefit. The compelling reason is that my little machine, with one cut when a man is in this the doggie style position, can remove both the penis and gonads. There is a mount for the little darling, between the patient’s legs. The penis head is placed in a noose, and pulled beneath the bar, then 200 lb of weight is added to the noose, that is so I get as much of the flesh as is possible. Then I drop the bar and give the lanyard to the patient. It is up to the patient, or in the case of a couple the spouse to pull the lanyard. If the wife is too anxious, then I have the man hand the lanyard to the wife. This also is about consent. I might hold a shaky hand steady, but I never pull the cord myself, the patient always ends his own or her own sex life.”

“Amazing, how many men did you say have accepted this so called therapy?” asked the Congressman.

“Congressman sixty five men have climbed up onto that table and have been cured by my procedure. Sixty-five men have lost their balls and cocks to my little friend’s greedy sharp teeth. Watch.” Producing a carrot, the doctor stuck the carrot into the headrest of the small Guillotine, and pulled the lanyard, with amazing speed and force the blade severed the carrot.

“Wow.” Said both of the Congress members.

“Yes that is the appropriate reaction. My little friend gives a man the ultimate blow- job. You see what I am doing is giving the man or the woman the ultimate sexual experience. The praying mantis female bites off the head of the male so he can mate. Which just goes to show you don’t need a brain for sex. So what greater sexual experience than having your sex removed never to be used again. It is more dramatic for the man since his sex is concentrated in one area, this makes the experience more intense for the males who need changing.”

“One more part and show and tell will be over.” The doctor to the amazement of the two guests disrobed, leaving only her shoes on.

“As you can see I am my own patient. Starting from the top town, my nipples have been cut off. You see in my naval the small scars from the laproscopic procedure that removed my ovaries. Below, my clitoris has been completely removed, and my vagina has been sutured shut. Except for the ovaries, I did all of this myself. It was experimental to see how much painkiller was necessary to make this a completely painless procedure. The first male I altered was my ex husband. After talking to him, he became convinced that he would be a better doctor with his sex organs removed. This led to some problems later on with the nurse he promised to marry after divorcing me, which is what my legal problems were about. That brings us right up to date. Any questions?”

They both shook their heads no and seemed lost in thought.

“Well I have a question for each of you.” Turning to the Congress woman, the doctor warmly caressed her cheek and said “I can help Margaret, don’t you think you should take your clothes completely off and sit down in my chair?”

“Yes, I think that is exactly what I want to do.”

Turning to the Congressman: “Darrell it is time isn’t it, I can see it on your face, take off your clothes and climb on to the table I will cure all of your problems for you, you will be the best member of congress, next to Margaret.”

Without reply as if hypnotized the congressman dropped his clothes and quickly scrambled on to the table. Meanwhile, the doctor was filling syringes with painkillers and drugs to prevent movement.

“Ladies first Margaret, I will start injecting down here. Oh my you really had an active sex life, I’ll take those big lips off, they must be bothering you without a husband.”

“Yes, my late husband was quite a man, and you are right, he loved my cunt. I didn’t know a doctor could tell from just looking, but I was well used by him all the years of our marriage.”

“Hang on to that thought Margaret, and you won’t miss any of these things.” The doctor finished injecting her, and moved over to the Congressman. He was flabby and out of shape and had pendulous almost feminine breasts. The doctor injected his nipples, then went to work on his penis and scrotum.

“Wait a minute doc, I’m not married any more.”

“Oh you and Margaret argue like husband and wife, so I thought it would be a nice gesture on your part. Plus considering what you are loosing down below those are just minor things. Oh my god, you must have made your wife squeal when you stuck that thing in her, did you get a transplant from a horse.”

“It wasn’t his wife that squealed, it was all those pigs down on fourteenth street that squealed when he stuck that in them, that’s why he is all alone, his wife couldn’t take any more. Oh boy I don’t know what you shot me up with doc, but I am floating now.”

“Don’t worry Darrell my little friend will take care of your big problem easily. Now you relax and let the drugs get you all nice and comfortable, while I start Margaret. Okay?”

“Okay?”

The doctor went to work on Margaret, first removing the enlarged lips, then small and large sutures to close the vagina. Two quick slashes with the knife and the clitoris was free. Liquid bandage and the bottom was done.

“Ready Darrell.”

“What.”

“It doesn’t matter.” With two deft strokes of her scalpel she removed his nipples and place them on Margaret’s stomach. “See Margaret, it is a really nice gesture on Darrell’s part, he has given you his nipples. You can pull the cord for his emasculation.”

“Oh that is nice.” Grinned Margaret.

The doctor then used seat belt webbing to bind Margaret’s tits together with the nipples protruding when done she wheeled the Congresswoman to the front of the table where the Congressman was secured shifted the chairs hydraulics until the nipples were hanging over the table and in front of the Congressman’s nose. Then the little Guillotine was clamp down, the bar opened and closed over the nipples.

“There already.” Smiled the Doctor. “Since the two of you almost seem like a couple Darrell you do the honors, and Margaret will do your honors.” The Doctor wrapped the rope around his hand.

“Now Margaret you have to tell Darrell what you want him to do.”

“Darrell pull the cord and cut my tits off.”

“Are you sure Margaret, this is very sudden.”

“No Darrell, it has been coming on for both of us for sometime, this is the right moment, don’t argue with me pull the cord.”

Darrell pulled the cord, and the nipples were off.

The Doctor laid the two severed nipples next to the pair already on Margaret’s stomach. She applied liquid bandage, and pressure bandages on top. “There Margaret you are done, in a minute you will do Darrell. Just remember he has to tell you in a clear voice precisely what you are to do. Darrel, for your part, you have been banded now for over twenty minutes, you don’t feel it due to the drugs, your sex is already ruined, so the cutting off is merely a symbolic gesture of release.”

The Doctor moved the Guillotine to the mounts between Darrell’s legs. “You known Darrell for most men the 200 lb of weight is about twice what is needed to hold them, but with your size I could use another 100 lb with no problem.” Then the doctor rolled Margaret behind Darrell so she could view his cock and balls being severed when he agreed to his own emasculation.

“There Darrell we are all set to nullify you. When you tell her to, Margaret will pull the lanyard, and the blade will remove your cock and your balls. You will be emasculated, castrated, and a eunuch. Whenever you feel ready tell Margaret to pull the cord.”

“A grant that’s it isn’t it, I’ll get you a really big grant say in Nevada or maybe Utah, you can do all the research you want out there.”

“No Darrell, I told you before no money from any form of government. What I want right now is you separated from you troublemakers, I want your cock and balls on my floor, then you can get on with the rest of your life. Now tell Margaret what you want her to do.”

“I’ll sponsor your bill, that alcoholic senator from Mass., is a good friend, he will introduce it in the senate, we will have it as a law by Christmas.”

“No Darrell, my proposal or something like it will get passed eventually. Mine is voluntary, some senator like that one from New York will introduce something that is compulsory. Margaret, they all do this right about now. They are scared and afraid of the dark, they want mommy to protect them. Darrell, the only way mommy can protect you is if your cock and balls are cut off. Tell Margaret what you want her to do.”

“Darrell, after I cut your balls and cock off, lets get married.”

“Married?”

“Yes married, even if you are a silly left wing commie pinko. I have always liked you, you can be a nice man, even your ex liked you. It was your habit of sticking that big thing in every clerk that got both of us mad. Without that we could be good friends and companions.”

“You’d really marry me, even after.”

“Of course, and it will because of after. Who wants to think of a couple of old fogies like us fucking, it would make people sick to even think about us getting it on. No more fooling Darrell, you take forever to make up your mind even on the floor, your cock and balls are gone.” Margaret yanked the cord.

The blade descended and to the Doctors satisfaction worked perfectly even on the Congressman’s gigantic member. Another satisfied customer.

The doctor was surprised Darrell’s cock and balls made the loudest ker-plop she had ever heard in this room. That set had to be mounted and bronzed otherwise no one would ever believe her. Margaret and Darrell were making honeymoon plans, so the doctor left the room. Another happy couple would ride off into the sunset minus everything.

AUTHORS NOTE: This story got written twice, about half way through the first time, a lightening strike took out my power. Had not saved a single word and had to start over.

Yes, I believe some day something like the above proposed law will get passed. It will slip through un-noticed as an amendment to say the farm bill, and their will be terror in the nursing homes.

I do believe that this story lined has been flogged as far as it will go. I still want to hear from you, do you think your wife, lover, girl friend or casual acquaintance would pull the cord for you, pull it without your telling her to, or say you are one sick fuck and she never wants to see you again.