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TOGETHER NEW part 0ne My former girlfriend and I had always a strange relationship. Below the surface we shared a lot in common, but we never seemed to be able to reach each other. That was then eventually the reason why we split up several years ago. But as friends we stayed in contact. One of the things we shared, was our mutual gender-issue. I am born in a male body, but often wanted to be a girl, she is born in a female body but is attracted to the male side. I had no relation with my 'male organs' and sex drive, she had no relation with her female parts. We recognised this in each other, so it was no problem. In sex it turned out to be a problem, however. I didn't want to penetrate her, and she didn't want to be touched and penetrated. Also physical and emotional nearness was problematic.That was one of the points which eventually divided us. We visted each other, however several times a year. Last autumn I felt she was up to something. She visited me and said she had spoken to some people. Who they were and about what she didn't want to tell. Strangely enough I felt suddenly that she might be contemplating having her breasts removed. Don't ask me how I came to it, but that was what I thought. It surprised me, however. Because I never thought she might be so seriously into this kind of body-mods. From myself I knew that since I was a student, I wanted to be castrated and penectomized. Seriously. The idea of seeing her debreasted appealed to me, and fueled my own desire to get rid of my male organs and sex-drive. So I decided to realise my desire. I contacted a place where I could have it done, and had my sack and balls removed. The idea that I would have it done, gave me a lot of rest. And afterwards I was very pleased with the result. I didn't tell my former girlfriend. When she visited me recently, she said that she had something to show me. She pulled off her blouse and there she stood, grinning, breastless. It took my breath. She had done it! Great ! I asked if I could feel where her breasts had been, and she consented. It was beautifully done, almost no scarry tissue. Then I said to her: I have something to show you to. I put off my pants and there I stood, balless. She was as astonished to see me balless as I was to se het breastless. Then she smiled, kissed me and kissed me again. Now I want to feel you, she said. We put off our clothes and felt each others body. I didn't want to be screwed, she said, and didn't like your male organs. My secret phantasy was always that you would be castrated and penectomized, and that we would be together then. But I couldn't tell you, she said. I was afraid to scare you. But now, now you are already half that way. By your own... great ! I told her about my own desires. and that I longed for a debreasted and infibulated woman. I couldn't tell her for the same reason. And that she now was half that way...wow ! We talked long about the past, our former relationship and how things were now. Start a new relationship was not an option, we both felt. But intensifying our friendship was a very good thing to do. And it became even stranger: she was contemplating infibulation, and asked me about that idea. I told her that the idea was great, and that she had several options: simply have het vagina closed down with piercings was the most simple option. Morge complicated, but better seemed to me when she had first her labia and clit removed, and was closed up afterwards. She wanted to be closed up permanently, she said. I had never thouhgt to get the opportunity to discuss with her this kind of extreme body-mods... We also talked about my plans: have my penis removed. She said she had always phantasied about that. And now I wanted to do it myself. We fulfilled each others extreme sexual desires unexpectedly...strange... After a year she informed me that she had foud a clinic where her labia and clit would be cut off, and where she would be infibulated. If I wanted to come to see and even help. I agreed... Some time later I found a clinic where I would have my penis removed. Then I asked her to come and help. Now we were both as we always had wanted to be: she was debreasted, cut and infibulated, and I was castrated and penectomized. And we had also fulfilled each others deepest sexual desires. Strange. We were both new... I had never a problem being naked, at home or on a nudist beach. She had always had some hesitations about being naked, especially in public places. Now we both enjoyed the look of each others bodies, and being naked together, but at home. Our bodies had been altered so much that visiting a nudist beach was not quite an option. But at home we felt fine.. |