The Dollmaker, Part 3 -- Justin's Transformation

Crawling between the sheets provided a new experience for Justin – the sheets felt so different on his smooth skin, they felt softer and more exciting. He squirmed around for quite a long time, enjoying the new sensory experience. If he’d have known just how pleasurable being smooth was going to be, he would have shaved everything off a long time ago, Justin decided. Sliding his hand down beneath the sheet, Justin ran his thin fingers around his throbbing penis. He lay on his back, a satisfied grin on his lips, as his fingers explored the depilated flesh surrounding his penis. He wanted to jack off, but felt a little strange about doing it in strange surroundings – he considered climbing out of bed and relieving himself in the bathroom, where he wouldn’t leave any signs or mess behind. As aroused as he was, though, the lack of sleep he’s experienced made him feel too lazy to get out of the bed. Yawning, Justin settled on rolling onto his side with his fingers still wrapped around his penis. Before he was aware of it, his eyes sagged closed and his breathing became deep and slow as he drifted off to sleep.

The next thing Justin knew, it was morning and Carol was calling for him to wake up as she pulled the drapes wide open, flooding the room in bright sunlight. He blinked, yawned and rolled over to find Carol’s smiling face over him.

“Wake up sleepy head.” Carol said, pulling the covers away. “We’ve got a lot to do today – I’ve already run the water for your bath.” Justin instinctively started to pull the covers back to preserve his modesty when Carol laughed loudly. “What makes you so modest this morning? Have you forgotten I’ve seen everything already?”

“Sorry.” Justin said, sheepishly. “I wasn’t quite awake yet.” He threw back the covers and sat up. “I’ll take a quick bath and be ready in a few minutes. He padded into the bathroom and headed straight for the toilet. Lifting the seat, he had just taken hold of his penis when he became aware of Carol’s presence behind him.

“Here, I’ll hold that for you.” She said, her lips brushing his ear, as she reached around and placed her hand on his penis. She felt a shiver run through the young man as he just stood there doing nothing. “What’s the matter can’t you go?”

“Um, I don’t think I can.” Justin stammered. “I’m – uh, I’m not used to someone else…”

“You’re not used to someone else holding your willy?” Carol finished for him. “Come on – give it a little effort and you’ll find you can do it. You don’t want to keep Janice waiting all day and disappoint her, do you?” Justin shook his head, too embarrassed to answer, and strained to start the flow. It took him a little effort, but he finally managed to get the flow of urine going. Instead of holing his penis still, Carol moved it around, making the stream dance all around the bowl. When the steady stream slowed and finally stopped, Carol gave his penis a couple of good shakes and turned Justin to face the bathtub. As he entered the tub, the scent of flowers reached his nostrils. Carol had added bath oils to the water, he realized. More than that, Carol was rolling up her sleeves and kneeling by the side of the tub. She ignored his mild protests that he could wash himself, and immediately began wiping his face with a wash cloth. Justin didn’t know whether to feel humiliated at being bathed like a baby, or delighted to be the object of such pampering. Either way, he realized he didn’t have much choice in the matter. Carol was didn’t miss an inch of skin as she scrubbed Justin with the soapy wash cloth. She paid special attention to his penis – gently retracting the foreskin to make sure she got everything.

Finished with scrubbing Janice’s new toy, Carol made Justin stay in the tub as the water drained and rinsed him down with the hand-held shower wand. She made he remain seated so she could shampoo and condition his hair before pronouncing him clean from head to toe. Carol wrapped the softest bath sheet Justin had ever felt around his dripping body and led him over to the sink. Pulling a small bench out from under the counter, she had Justin sit as she toweled his hair and took her time finger combing it. When she was finished, his bleached hair was styled into a casual, tousled look. Moving behind him, Carol gathered the three different colored locks of the seven inch rat tail and started twine them together in a braid. Carol helped Justin finish drying himself off and then dusted him down all over with a sweet smelling powder. The only thing Justin was allowed to do for himself was brush he teeth, and even then Carol had applied the toothpaste to the brush and held it out for Justin to take. She stood over him the whole time, a small cup of minty mouthwash in her hand.

Padding back into the bedroom, Justin discovered that while he was still asleep, Carol had laid out clothes for him. He blushed again seeing the frosty mint panties she had laid out. The soft cotton made his skin tingle as he slid the panties up his legs and over his slim hips. Instead of his jeans or even the new slacks Janice had bought at The Gap, Justin found a pair of baggy frosty mint gauze drawstring pants laid out for him. Carol explained that the day was going to be very casual. He pulled the over-sized white T-shirt provided for him over his head and looked around for his sneakers. Carol produced a pair of sandals and white sweat socks and urged him to hurry up and finish dressing. Shrugging, Justin finished dressing and followed Carol downstairs where Janice waited.

Justin’s feelings of discomfort with his outfit disappeared as Janice praised how nice he looked and gave him a long hug and kiss on the forehead. Holding him at arms length, Janice again finger combed his hair – telling him the whole time that he was such a doll and cuter than she’d ever seen him. The unexpected praise rather than humiliation caused the blush that crept up his cheeks this time. Finished styling his hair, Janice led the way out the front door to the Jaguar. Janice refused to say exactly where they were going, but promised the day would be full of surprises.

As Janice drove into the city, she asked Justin if he liked his new haircut – laughing at the sheepish grin on his face as he admitted he did think it was cool. She teased him good-naturedly about missing his long hair and just pretending to like the new style. Justin countered that he had always thought he preferred having long hair, but that was only because he never had the courage to try such a cool style before. By the time they were making their way down the crowded city streets near the medical center, Justin’s musical laughter filled the car as he and Janice joked back and forth. Ever now and then, Justin would turn towards the back seat to include Carol in the light-hearted banter. Carol couldn’t help but love Justin’s infectious smile and the deep dimples that accompanied it. Carol had to admit to herself that she had always considered Justin to be cute – but the new hairstyle, both the cut and the color, made the small college boy beautiful. His eyes seemed larger and more innocent now that the sandy hair that had framed his face was gone. She knew several guys with bleached white hair, but the subtle hints of blue and gold combined with the finger combing gave Justin’s hair an exotic – and very alluring – look. She found herself wondering how much more intriguing and beautiful the surgery facing Justin in a little while would make him.

She’d seen him naked several times now, and he did have a nice body – even more interesting now that all his body hair was gone. But, she did think his penis flopping up and down when he walked across a room kind of ruined the effect. Everything was okay as long as Justin was standing still, but the minute he moved that bobbing penis just made him look kind of – well, kind of silly, Carol decided. Once it was gone, there wouldn't be anything to ruin the fluidity of his movements. Maybe it was all the years of ballet class, but Justin did move with more grace than any other guy Carol could think of – or girl, for that matter. Yes, she decided, once he was smooth, there wouldn’t be anything to ruin the grace of his body as it moved.

Pulling into the medical building parking lot didn’t seem to cause Justin any concern, he continued his chipper banter with Janice through the building as they entered by the rear entrance. It was only when they arrived at the plastic surgeon’s office that Justin’s chatter quieted. Two nurses in scrubs – one male and one female greeted the party and ushered them straight to an exam room where a tall, dark haired man waited.

“Justin, this is Dr. Mark.” Janice said, by way of introduction. Mark Fitzpatrick flashed a smile at Justin and took charge of the situation by gently asking Justin to step over to the scale and kick off his sandals. Assuming Janice just wanted him to undergo a physical for some reason of her own, Justin did as he was asked without showing any indications of nervousness or fear. Mark weighed and measured the young man, making notations on a clipboard and quickly ushered him over to an examination table. Justin began showing signs of growing confusion as the doctor took his blood pressure, temperature, and pulse. The young man looked to Janice for explanation, but she just smiled warmly and tilted her head as if to tell him to behave and everything would be all right. Justin returned the nod and smiled back.

Things began to get even more confusing and slightly strange as the doctor began to examine Justin’s ears – he wasn’t examining the inside, but the outside of his ears. Mark carefully examined the shape of each ear, he pulled the gently away from the young man’s head and then pressed them closer to the sides of his head before stepping away and announcing he was satisfied. About that time, the door opened and Brian sauntered in carrying a large gym bag and grinning broadly. He gave Carol and Janice a peck on the cheek as he took a seat next to them.

“Hey, hey, hey Justin!” Brian called cheerily. ‘How’s the little man doing this morning?” He shot Justin a friendly grin and a wink.

“Hi, Brian.” Justin grinned back.

“Gotta tell you – cool new style, dude.” Brian said. “Love the new color – really suits you.”

Justin bowed his head and blushed at the unexpected praise from the other young man. Since their first meeting, Justin had thought that Brian was one of the coolest people he’d ever met. Brian’s praise brought a swell of pride in Justin’s chest. Mark clapped the young man on the back, and told him to get undressed so the rest of the examination could continue. Justin waited for a few seconds – as if he expected the others to leave the room before he pulled off his T-shirt and jumped off the table to slide down the gauze pants. He should be getting used to being naked in front of other people by now, but he found his fingers trembling and his knees feeling a little rubbery. Maybe it was the frosty mint panties that added to his nervousness, or maybe it was because of his surroundings that caused the trembling. Stepping out of the pants and panties, Justin straightened up and tried not to look directly at anyone.

“Nice look, dude!” Brian exclaimed, seeing Justin’s smooth body. He bounded across the room and ran his fingers over the smooth groin appreciatively. “Impressive – man, I don’t know which is better – the way it looks or the way that feels. I might have to give that look a try myself.” He stepped back out of the way as Mark stepped up and began examining the young man’s genitals. Justin expected to be asked to turn his head and cough, and was a little surprised that he wasn’t. Finished his examination, Mark grunted, stood up, and once again turned his attention to Justin’s ears.

“All in all, I’d say everything should be pretty routine.” Mark said, turning to Janice. He went over to the desk and punched an intercom button asking for someone named Ben to join them. Justin looked questioningly at Janice – something more than an examination was going on here and it was making him tremble again.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, doll.” Janice said, coming over to the trembling college student and stroking his hair. She helped him climb back onto the table and continued to stroke his hair and face. “Mark here is a plastic surgeon – he’s going to make you look even more delicious than you already do.” Janice leaned closer and ran her tongue along Justin’s left ear. “When he’s finished, these cute ears of yours will be even cuter than they are now. You just relax.” Justin opened his mouth to ask what was wrong with his ears as they were now, but was silenced when Janice clamped her mouth over his in a deep, passionate kiss. Her perfume made his head swim and he forgot about what he was going to ask. The tension drained from his body as his muscles relaxed. Breaking the kiss, Janice tapped his nose and smiled seductively down at him.

Ben turned out to be one of Mark’s nurses. He was a tall, muscular man with auburn hair cut short and gelled up. He carried a camera and asked Justin to look straight ahead as he took close-up pictures of each of his ears. Then, he stepped back and took a couple of profile shots from each side before finishing up with several pictures of Justin full face.

“There, that didn’t hurt at all did it?” Ben asked with a broad grin. “Now, why don’t you hop down and come with me. I’ll show you to the other room where Anita, the other nurse here today, can get you ready to go.” Justin gulped, his nervousness returning a little and looked to Janice for support.

“Go ahead, Justin, doll.” Janice said softly. “We’ll be along in just a few minutes and stay with you the whole time. Justin smiled wanly and slid down from the table to follow Ben.

Ben took Justin down a carpeted hall to another room all the way at the end of the corridor. Opening the door wide, Ben ushered Justin into what looked just like a small operating room. The room sparkled with tile and chrome, a large gleaming light fixture hung over what looked like a gynecological table covered in crisp white sheets.

“Don’t let the table throw you.” Ben said, as he led Justin over to it and helped him up on it. “This works better than a regular operating table for us here. The upper half of the table can be raised to a sitting position – we do a lot of procedures with the patient sitting upright.” He had Justin lay down, and then thoughtfully covered him with another sheet, even though the room really wasn’t cold. Before Justin could say anything, a woman dressed in scrubs entered the room. She was tall – though not quite as tall as Janice – with dark hair cut in a severe bob style. Her blue eyes were cold and distant.

“So, this is the one.” She said moving across the room to the table.

“Justin, this is Anita.” Ben said by way of introduction. “Anita, meet Justin.”

“Uh huh.” Anita grunted as she pulled down the sheet and started bucking a strap across his chest.

“Don’t worry.” Ben said, noticing the panic flashing in Justin’s eyes. “We do this to most of the patients – it’s just to keep you from moving around during the procedure.” Justin licked his lips and nodded, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

Anita hung an IV bag on a stand and rolled it over to the table. Without offering a single word of explanation, she tied a rubber strap around Justin’s arm, slapped it a couple of times – Justin thought a little harder than she needed to – to bring up a vein and expertly slid the IV needle into the vein she had brought up. Justin felt the cold saline solution in his arm as Anita adjusted the flow and taped the needle in place. Justin didn’t like Anita much and had the impression she didn’t like him at all. Anita fitted two arm rests into place and strapped Justin’s arms to each, extending the rests outwards. She lifted a syringe from the tray near the head of the table and expertly slipped the plastic cap off of it. Inserting the needle into the IV line, Anita depressed the plunger.

“That’s just a muscle relaxant, Justin.” Ben explained. He watched Anita cross the room and disappear through the door. “Don’t let Anita’s attitude get to you. She can be an ice queen at times, but deep down – she’s worse.” Ben smiled, his eyes lighting up with humor, making Justin smile back.

“What’s the doctor going to do?” Justin finally asked.

“Wish I knew exactly what the procedure was.” Ben said, ruffling Justin’s hair and then smoothing it back down again. He ran his hand down Justin’s smooth arm and patted it reassuringly. “And the reason for strapping your arms down is just routine again. I promise you won’t be feeling anything – in a little while you’ll get a sedative. But, it wouldn’t be a good thing for you to move your arms or reach up during the procedure, and you certainly wouldn’t want to accidentally rip out the IV line.”

The door opened and Brian, dressed in green scrubs, came into the room. He came over to the table and smiled, seeing Justin strapped down. “What an inviting sight this is.” He said, glancing up and down Justin’s body. He reached out and began running his fingers over each of Justin’s nipples. “I can do things like this and you’re helpless to stop me – you just have to lay there and take it.” A devilish look crossed his face. “Or, I could see how ticklish you are.” He lowered his hands to Justin’s sides and started tickling him, causing the young man to squirm and twist as he broke out in helpless giggles. He stopped before Justin could squirm too much – he didn’t want to risk the IV line pulling out. “Then again, I could lick you all over.” Brian leaned down and began running his tongue over Justin’s face, alternating the tongue bath with nips and kisses. Reaching Justin’s mouth, Brian locked his lips over the young man’s. Justin responded eagerly to the kiss, sucking Brian’s tongue into his mouth, gently biting at the piercer’s lips. Breaking the kiss, Brian glanced up at Ben, his impish grin growing broader. “Would you believe before the other night, this sweet, elf-faced stud-muffin had never kissed another guy? And look at the little imp now – I think he sucked my fillings out.” Justin wasn’t sure if it was the muscle relaxant Anita had shot into him, or the attention he’d been receiving from Brian just now, but he felt warm and content all over. He shyly glanced over at Ben, a sheepish grin spreading across his mouth.

“Looks like he’s a quick learner.” Ben grinned back. He reached out and ran his fingers through Justin’s bleached hair. It was so soft – like fine spun silk between his fingers. The blue and gold streaks that were barely noticeable at first glance gave the white hair depth and a mysterious, exotic quality. He stared down into the large, brown doe eyes and noticed the irises had subtle gold flecks in them – and that mouth. The pink lips were slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss the boy had shared with Brian – Ben licked his own lips. He just had to taste them for himself. Bending down, Ben planted his mouth over Justin’s. After a brief hesitation, Justin responded with the same enthusiasm the nurse had witnessed with Brian. The boy’s mouth had a minty, fresh taste that Ben found invigorating. Breaking the kiss, Ben rubbed noses with Justin before standing up again.

Ben glanced over to the corner where he knew the concealed closed circuit camera was and winked. He knew Janice and Mark were watching and taping the activity. Crossing the room, Ben washed up before checking the surgical trays that Mark would need. He didn’t feel any regret about what was going to happen – quite the contrary, it excited him. Ben worked as a surgical nurse only as a way to supplement his income and his experience. A med student, Ben fully expected that once he was finished with medical school, he would establish the same kind of private practice Mark had. He’d already assisted on one other nullification and at least a dozen castrations over the three years he’d worked with Mark. Each one came to Mark through referrals from a sub-culture in the leather community. As far as Ben was concerned, Justin not only deserved to be nullified – he needed it. The slight young man was so naturally submissive that with almost anyone other than Janice, he’d be abused and taken advantage of his whole life. That wouldn’t happen with Janice.

Unlike many other dominants, Janice didn’t believe in mistreating her submissives. In fact, she generally refused to use the word slave when referring to them. Janice preferred words like “pet” or “precious.” Ben had noticed Janice was calling Justin “doll.” The terms she used all had the connotation of ownership, without lessening the value of the submissive. Using a combination of humiliation, praise, and rewards, Janice took submissive to levels they would have never believed possible. Of course, just because Janice disliked using pain as a training method didn’t mean she was weak or someone to cross. Ben knew she worked out regularly, had an impressive gym in her home, and trained in martial arts. As far as Ben was concerned, Justin was one lucky little fellow – if Janice hadn’t taken him, someone less caring eventually would have.

Finished checking the trays, Ben excused himself and went to see if Mark wanted the sedative administered yet. He found Anita waiting in the corridor.

“Finished playing games in there?” Anita sneered.

“Just trying to keep the little guy calm.” Ben said.

“Humph.” Anita snorted. “If it was up to me, we’d just strap the little snot down and tell him straight out he was going to get his worthless dick and balls chopped off.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Ben asked in disgust. “Just make that kind of announcement and watch the poor guy cry and beg.”

“You know it.” She shot back. Ben shook his head sadly. Normally, he really liked Anita – but, there were times like this when he found her disgusting. She was one of those extremely rare, intensely radical female dominants who thought every submissive male should be castrated at the very least – probably nullified, Ben figured. And, in the course of those castrations, there should be as much pain as possible. “If I had my way, I’d just chop that miserable dick off and slap him across the face with it.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have your way.” Ben said. “And, you’d better be careful not to let Janice hear you say anything like that – or even suggest it.”

“I didn’t mean anything.” Anita said quickly, her face paling. “There’s no reason for you to say anything to her.” Her eyes were frightened. Anita was one of the few people who’d seen Janice use physical force on another person. She also knew Janice had money, power, and influence with the right kind of people.

“Look, Anita, I like you,” Ben said, “and you know I’d hate to cause you any problems – especially with Mark or Janice. But, you do anything to scare Justin any more than he’s going to be in a little while, and I will repeat everything to them.” Ben felt bad at the look of horror that crossed Anita’s face. “Don’t worry – I’m not going to say anything. Just chill out in there, okay?”

Not waiting for an answer, Ben continued to Mark’s office and asked if he would be ready soon. Mark pressed a control that zoomed the camera in closer and studied the monitor. From what he could tell, the relaxant was doing a good job now. He nodded – telling Ben to go ahead and administer the sedative. He and the others would be in the surgery shortly, once the sedation started taking effect.

Ben returned to the surgery and prepared the sedative that would be added to Justin’s IV line. He turned to find Anita standing behind him, she took the syringe from him and moved over to the table where she inserted the needle into the IV line.

“Okay, sweetie – I’m going to add a sedative to your drip.” Anita said, overdoing the kindness act a bit as she pushed the plunger down. “This is just to make you relax a little more, it won’t make you go to sleep – you might feel a little light-headed and dopey, but that’s normal.” She reached out and brushed Justin’s short bangs down over his forehead. Turning, she found Ben grinning at her.

“Nice job.” Ben whispered, as she moved away from the table.

“Look, I’ll admit it – I’m an asshole sometimes.” Anita said. “But, I’m not a total asshole.” She regarded Ben for a moment and lowered her voice even more. “You were right – I crossed the line a little before.”

“No problem.” Ben assured her. “It was just between you and me. You know, for a part-time asshole, you can be a pretty good person, too.” Anita’s face brightened as she smiled, giving Ben a playful punch on the arm.

Just then, Mark, Carol, and Janice entered the room wearing scrubs. Janice went right to the table and began stroking Justin’s face.

“How’s my little elf doing?”

“O-okay.” Justin said, his words slurring just a little. “Can I ash – ask – you something?”

“Sure, doll.” Janice smiled down at him. “What do you want to know?”

“How come …” Justin’s eyes rolled a little as his mouth and brain tried to work together. He was having a hard time focusing his eyes clearly. “How come you keep calling me elf?”

“That’s because you look so much like a little elf.” Janice said, kissing the tip of his nose. “So cute and innocent and a little magical.”

Justin’s smile was a little lopsided. “Cool.” He mumbled. “So I’m – I’m your little elf?”

“You will be, doll.” Janice assured him. “That’s you’re here to see Dr. Mark today. When he’s all finished, you will be my little elf boy.”

“J-jush –just like in a fairy tale.”

“Exactly.” Janice promised. “We’ll live happily ever after forever and ever.” Janice promised. Glancing sharply over at Mark who had fitted a blood pressure cuff around Justin’s thin arm.

“An – an – and a day.” Justin murmured.

“It’s okay.” Mark said, softly. “His pressure is good and he has a strong pulse. The sedative has just hit him a little harder than expected. It’s a normal reaction – some patients go to sleep.”

“Justin, I want you to listen to me.” Janice said. Justin focused his eyes and concentrated on what she was saying. “You know how the elves in pictures all have pointed ears?” Justin nodded his head. She was right – elves had pointed ears. “Well, one of the things Dr. Mark is going to do is reshape your ears a little bit. He’s going to make them look more like an elf’s ears should look.”

Justin frowned a bit as he considered what Janice had just told him. It made sense – how could he be her little elf if his ears weren’t pointed. That was so obvious. He nodded and smiled that lopsided smile again. “Can –can’t be a – ah – a elf without pointed ears.” He agreed.

“That’s right.” Janice said. “And when Dr. Mark is finished with your ears, he’s going to make some other changes to you.” Justin’s head rolled towards Janice – his eyes round, innocent, and trusting. Janice reached down and placed her hand over his genitals. “Dr. Mark is going to make you nice and smooth down here between your legs.”

“Smooth?” Justin muttered. “But, I am smooth down there – ‘member? Alex did it last night.”

“Yes, doll, yes he did.” Janice agreed. “But, he didn’t make you totally smooth the way I want you. Dr. Mark’s going to do that today.” Janice watched Justin’s face intently as her words penetrated through the sedative fog – his eyes tried to focus as realization began to dawn.

“Y-you mean he’s g-g-going to…” he couldn’t bring himself to say the words, “he’s going to take away my…?”

“Yes, he is.” Janice said. “He’s going to nullify you today.”

“Null—nullify me?” The words didn’t register in Justin’s mind.

Janice wrapped her hand tightly around his penis and lifted it slightly. “He’s going to take this away.” She shifted her hand to his testicles and lifted them up, giving the smooth sac a little squeeze. “And these, too.”

“He’s going to cut everything off?” Justin moaned his puppy dog eyes watering up. “Why?”

“Because I want him to do it.” Janice said, simply.

“I don’t want that.” The tears began to flow down Justin’s cheeks. “Please.”

“You said you would do anything for me, Justin, remember?” Janice reminded him. “You weren’t lying to me then, were you?”

“N-n-no.” Justin wailed. “B-but I didn’t think you meant…” he tried to nod towards her hand, the words catching in his throat.

“You want to make me happy, don’t you, doll?” Janice asked. He nodded, the tears still flowing down his face. “You want to stay with me and be my little elf, right?” He nodded again. “I want you to know that I want this for you – it will make me happy with you. You want that, don’t you?” Another nod. Janice kissed his forehead, and brushed his bangs gently. “You’re going to do this for me, aren’t you?” Justin’s mouth wrinkled as a tiny sob broke from him, but he nodded his head again. “You are such a good little elf, Justin.” Janice wiped the tears away and nodded for Mark to begin. “We’ll do the nullification first – is that a problem?”

“No, no it’s not.” Mark replied. “In fact, I think that is probably the best thing.” Mark nodded to Ben and Anita, who started moving the trays filled with the surgical equipment into place. Anita set about strapping Justin’s legs into stirrups and adjusting the stirrups so that his smooth legs were spread wide. Even in his foggy state, he realized that he was being prepared for total emasculation and began crying once again. Justin’s crying increased to muted sobs as the first of the anesthetic needles was injected into his groin. Mark continued making injections in the area as the young man strapped to the table began muttering disconsolately. Mark whispered to Ben who nodded and gave Justin another injection of sedative. The crying slowed as the sedative began taking hold. Anita began wiping Justin’s groin with an antiseptic solution as the final stage of preparation for the surgery. Finished her work, she stepped away to make room for Mark.

As Mark took his place, Brian moved away from the end of the table and sat near the head where he spoke to Justin in calm, soothing tones. Carol, on the other hand, moved in closer so she could see everything. Janice smiled at the switch – she’d seen this kind of thing happen before. Many males felt queasiness when the time to make the cuts came, while females showed increased interest. Picking up the scalpel, Mark began making the first incision, describing what he was doing – mainly for Carol’s benefit since the others had all witnessed some type of castration surgery before.

Whatever feelings Anita might have had, disappeared as the routine of surgery began. She knew when to reach over with surgical sponges to blot up the blood as it appeared, and have retractors ready to spread the incision wider. Carol wasn’t sure what she had expected to witness, but the surgery seemed more involved than she had imagined. She had expected the doctor to just cut Justin’s penis off flush with his groin. Instead, he was going deeper into the abdomen than she thought. Seeing the look of confusion on her face, Mark explained that with a nullification such as the one on Justin, the entire penis was removed and that the penis extended into the body. Several times he halted the surgery to tie off larger blood vessels or cauterize smaller ones to stop the bleeding.

Continuing with the surgery, Mark explained that he was going to remove the entire genitalia at one time, and then reroute the urethra farther back, closer to Justin’s rectum. Carol observed that if Mark did that, then Justin would have to sit down on the toilet to urinate. The doctor nodded, explaining that was the purpose exactly – adding that the reroute would also give a smoother appearance to Justin’s lower belly. The image of the Ken doll flashed in Carol’s mind, causing her to giggle a little bit. She couldn’t help herself – she had a mental image of a plastic Ken doll with Justin’s head attached to it. Twice, Ben stepped away to check on Justin’s blood pressure and pulse, remarking each time that everything was going smoothly.

It wasn’t much longer after that when Mark asked for a tray and deposited Justin’s genitals in the stainless receptacle. It was all over, Carol mused. Anita counted the surgical sponges and Ben double checked her count to make sure nothing was left inside Justin before Mark began the task of suturing the incision closed. It seemed to Carol that Mark was spending a lot of time on the stitches and asked what the purpose for that was. Mark was more than happy to explain that he was inserting micro-stitches to minimize the scaring. He added, somewhat proudly, that either Anita or Ben could have done the surgery competently – but that it was his skill as a reconstructive surgeon that made all the difference. Once the healing was over, Justin would have only a very small and very faint scar to indicate what had been done. And, Mark added – since he planned to use surgical glue to bind the outer layer of skin together, the scaring would be minimized to an even greater degree. Mark finally stepped back to permit Anita to move in and apply the bandages to the incision. Stripping off his latex gloves, Mark announced proudly that the surgery was a complete success and that Justin was now asexual – he wasn’t either male or female.

Mark took his place at the head of the table and began his work on each of Justin’s ears. To Carol, the second procedure was anticlimactic. A few injections of novocaine and a few incisions and some stitches was all there was to it. Actually, there was more involved as Mark carefully incised the skin along the top of each of Justin’s ears and then trimmed the cartilage to create a pointed appearance to the ears before stitching the delicate skin into place. Heavy layers of gauze bandages were placed over each ear, giving Justin the appearance of a Doberman Pinscher puppy who had just had it’s ears docked.

Ben produced several sheets and wrapped Justin in them, cocoon style so that only his face was showing. A couple of times the drugged young man muttered something or moaned, but for the most part he was quiet as Brian carried him out to the car and gently laid him across the back seat. Janice slipped into the back seat, cradling her little elf’s head close to her breast, allowing Brian to drive her car back home. Ben and Mark followed in the doctor’s car. During the whole ride back home, Janice stroked Justin’s face as he dozed, telling him what a good boy he was and how proud she was of him. Carol wasn’t sure the boy could understand what she was saying, but it seemed to lull him deeper to sleep.

As Brian turned the car down the long drive to Janice’s house, she noticed several equipment rental vans parked in the drive. Their presence was explained as soon as Carol saw Justin’s room – the bed he had slept in the night before had been removed from the room and replaced with a hospital bed. Medical equipment was arranged along the sides of the room in the unlikely event it was needed. Brian laid Justin softly in the bed and stepped back so Janice could cover the young man with a sheet, protectively tucking it in around him. Mark checked Justin one last time and announced that Ben would be staying for the next few days to administer injections to control the pain and discomfort Justin would feel in the next few days.

In the bed, Justin was vaguely aware of voices all around him. Sometimes the fog in his head would clear enough for him to hear snippets of conversations, but most of the time most of what he heard reminded him of the surf on the shore – background noise and nothing more. It was too much effort to try to rise above the fog, so Justin let it envelope him and he slept.

To Be Continued in Part 4 – Justin awakes

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