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I live in Russia, where we have a nice tradition to go to the public baths once a weak, no matter whether you have a bath at home or not. At childhood my mom always took me and my younger sister to the women baths. there I first saw a pussy and loved it. I knew I had something different between legs and didn't like it. Sometimes Dad took me to the men baths and there I didn't like at all the sight of men genitals, specially their dangling balls. I always asked Mom to take me with her, I felt like I was a girl. But once I realized that I was a male. once playing with my sister in the baths she accidently happehed to slap my nude balls with her hand. The pain was so sharp I grubbed my balls and fell on the wet floor. All the little girls in the bath gathered around me and started giggling. Most of them didn't understand what had happened, they never seen ballbusted boy before. Their Moms told them about men balls and how sensitive they were. The girls giggled even more. Clutching my aching balls I was looking at the nude women and girls and envied them not having those balls between their legs, I envied them their pussies and wanted to be a girl. Since then I started terribly envying girls their body. Soon Mom said that my weenie and balls are growing bigger and I must stop going to the women baths. She said I could scare little girls with my privates. It was terrible. My genitals were not only vulnerable and helpless, they awfully looked and could scare a girl. I couldn't imagine a girl's pussy was able to scare anyone. One more point for envy. And I would never see so many nude women any more and just doomed to see those funny low-hanging scrotums in the men baths. I remembered the feeling that was within me when nude women laughed at me clutching my aching balls. I wanted to feel it again, I wanted my balls busted and girls laughing at my pain. And I persuased Mom to take me to the women baths for the last time....
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