I told them to come in and led them into my waiting room. They sat and I asked them what was going on.

George asked, "Can you remove penises and testicles?"

"I can." I replied, "Why do you ask?"

"The boys want their penises and testicles removed."

"Ok." I told the boys, "Go into the TV room while I talk to your fathers." I asked the men why they were allowing the boys to do this.

George said, "The boys tried to cut their dicks off tonight. This is the second time. They say they don't like their dicks and balls. Instead of them killing themselves, we want to have their private parts professionally removed."

He continued, "After the first time, six months ago, we took them to a psychologist. After several visits he said that he couldn't do anything to stop them from wanting their things removed. They wouldn't be happy until their genitals were gone. We took them to a second psychologist. He said the same thing."

I went into the TV room and asked the boys why they wanted it done. Mickey said, "I keep getting boners all the time. I hate it, especially when other guys notice. I hate the way my junk looks and how it moves around when I walk naked. Petey and I have stopped going skinny-dipping because both times we went, we were the only boys who got boners. The other boys laughed at us."

Petey said, "I hate those things too and I hate the bulge my dick and balls make in my clothes."

"I hate that too," Mickey said.

"I will do the surgery if your fathers sign the consent forms. What do you want removed? Do you want me to remove the sack your balls are in?"

"Yes," Mickey said.

Petey also said, "Yes."

"Do you want me to leave part of your dicks so that you can pee standing up?"

Both boys said, "NO!" simultaneously.

Mickey said, "I want everything cut off. I want to be as smooth as possible."

"Me too."

"Wait here while I talk to your fathers again and get them to sign the forms." I went back into the waiting room and said, "They want everything removed, the whole penis, the testicles and the scrotum. Is that what you want?"

Both men said that it was. I went into my computer room and printed up consent forms for the surgery that said, "Complete penectomy with urethral relocation and castration with scrotum removal." After I explained the forms and the procedures, both men signed.

George asked, "How much will this cost?"

"A month ago it would have cost you $500 for each boy but the government has just started a new program to encourage the castration of boys and now it is free. After it is done, they will pay you a reward of $1,000 for having them castrated and $1,000 for having their penises removed at the same time."

George said, "Well, getting paid $2,000 is better than having to pay $500. I wish it didn't have to be done at all. When do you want to do it?"

"I might as well do it tonight. It will only take about an hour for each boy. They will have to stay with me for a few days until I am sure they are ready to go home. Why don't you say goodnight to them and go home?"

After the fathers left, I took the boys into an exam room and told them, "You need a physical. Take off your clothes." They had bandages on their penises. I took the bandage off Mickey's penis. He had a shallow cut at the base of his penis. It had stopped bleeding.

Mickey said, "I cut as far as I could but it hurt too much. I had to stop. The same thing happened last time but I managed to cut deeper this time. Will it hurt much when you cut it off?"

"No." I replied, "You will be asleep and won't feel anything. You might have a little pain afterwards but there shouldn't be much. I have a machine that senses how much pain you have. It automatically gives you more medicine but it isn't perfect. If you are in pain, Tell me right away so I can adjust the machine. I want your operation to be as pain free as possible.

"It's a good thing you couldn't cut your dick off. You could have bled to death."

Mickey said, "I know, but I had to get rid of it."

I removed the bandage from Petey's penis. His cut was not as deep as Mikey's. It had also stopped bleeding. While I was examining his penis, he got an erection. I could tell he was embarrassed about it.

To make him feel better, I said, "I have seen lots of boners and they don't bother me at all." That did not seem to help. "Besides in a few hours your dick will be gone and you will never have that problem again."

I could see him relax when I said that his dick would be gone soon. He said, "It will be great to be rid of the ugly thing."

Mickey said, "It sure will."

After I finished the exams, I gave them each a tranquilizer. When I put patches on the back of their hands, Mickey said, "What are these for?"

"They will numb your skin so it won't hurt much when I put in the IV's. I put them on both hands because I don't know which one I will use." I led them to a bathroom and said, "Shower with this antibacterial soap. Wash especially well around your dicks and balls."

After they finished showering, I asked, "Who wants to go first?"

Both of them said, "Me."

Then Petey said, "I can wait. Do Mickey first."

Mickey said, "I can wait. Do Petey first."

To save time, I said, "I've decided to do Petey first." I chose him because he was more nervous than Mickey. They were relieved that I had decided.

I told Mickey to put on a sterile paper gown and wait in the TV room. I took Petey into the surgery room, put him on the table and started connecting the sensors from the IV anesthesia machine. He asked, "What are these for?"

"The one in your ear monitors your body temperature and oxygen level. The ones on your chest monitor your heart and breathing. The ones on your head tell the machine how deeply asleep you are. They also tell me how much pain you have."

While I started the IV I said, "This is your last chance to back out. If you go through with this, you will wake up with everything gone permanently. There will be no way for anyone to put it back. Are you absolutely sure you want this?"

"Yes! I'm absolutely sure!"

I programmed the IV anesthesia machine to knock him out. By the time I had finished scrubbing up, Petey was fully unconscious. I swabbed his groin area with an antibacterial solution and inserted a catheter down his penis into his bladder. A small amount of urine flowed into the collection bag.

I removed his scrotum with a cauterizing scalpel. I tied the cords to his testes as high as possible then went through the scrotal hole to cut out the penis. I pulled his penis up the catheter, temporally removed the catheter from the collection bag and pulled the penis off and put it in a basin. I removed the testes and put them into a basin filled with ice water. I rerouted the urethra so that it exited the body near the rectum.

I sprayed the wound with a solution of antibiotics, hormones and enzymes that promote fast healing and closed the wound. I programmed the IV anesthesia machine to keep him lightly asleep. Then I moved him and the machine into my two-bed recovery room.

I repeated the process on Mickey, did some cleanup and went to bed. The computers in the IV anesthesia machines were monitoring the boys. They would wake me if anything went wrong.

After I got up in the morning, I re-programmed the machines to let the boys wake up. After they woke, I asked if they were in any pain. Both boys said, "No." I had my nurse give them breakfast. After they ate, I got them to walk around a little.

By that afternoon, they were walking around well. I took out their catheters and put them into special diaper-like underpants. "Why are you putting us into these things? We don't wet the bed." Petey said.

I replied, "Sometimes when boys get their dicks cut off, they have problems controlling their bladders. It usually only lasts for a few days. I'm sorry. I should have told you about it last night but I forgot."

Mickey said, "It doesn't matter that you didn't tell me. I would have had it done even if it meant I had to wear a diaper, all the time, for the rest of my life."

"Me too," Petey said.

"If you don't wet yourselves and your vital signs are good, I'll take you home tomorrow morning. The first time you pee, use this specimen cup so I can check for blood."

I wrote their names on containers and gave them to the boys. Mickey looked at his container. He got a puzzled look on his face. "How do we do this now that we don't have dicks?"

"Go into the shower and squat. Hold the container under your pee-hole and go. Since there are two of you, it might be easier if you hold the cups for each other but don't get them mixed up."

About two hours later, both boys gave me their containers. Petey said, "That would have been easier if we still had dicks."

"Do you regret having your dick removed?"

"Hell no!"

Mickey said, "Me neither."

Their urine samples were free of blood.

The next morning, they had good bladder control and good vital signs. The readout on the IV machines said that they needed very little pain medication. I disconnected them from the machines and said, "I'll take you home. You need to take a shower and get dressed."

A few minutes after I heard the shower turn off, I entered the bathroom. I thought they would be dressed by then but found them both naked. They were admiring their reflections in the mirror.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Yes. Very much," both boys said simultaneously.

"That's good. You have to get dressed now."

After they dressed, Mickey said, "It feels weird having nothing there. My underwear is baggy now."

Petey said, "Mine too."

"If you really want to be comfortable, you could try wearing female underwear."

Mickey said, "Well, maybe it's not that bad"

Petey said, "There is no way I am ever going to wear girls' underpants!"

"Me neither," Mickey said.

I gave each boy a pain pill. I called Mikey's dad and Petey's mom and told them I was bringing the boys home.

When we walked in the door, Mikey's older brother, Bill said, "Go upstairs. Get undressed. Come back down and show us what you look like."

Mickey said, "Why can't we get undressed down here?"

"Because Dad will have a fit if he finds your clothes all over the living room."

I said, "You don't have to show them if you don't want to."

Mickey said, "I want to."

"Me too," Petey said.

While the boys were going upstairs, I went into the home office and gave Mikey's father a small bottle of pain medication and aftercare instructions.

When I came back into the living room, the boys were coming downstairs naked. Bill who was 11 years old and Jacob who was eight stared at Petey and Mickey. Bill said, "You two look great. I want to get the same thing done to me as soon as possible."

Jacob said, "I can't wait until you do me."

Bill asked, "When can you do me and Jacob?"

"If you still want it done a week from now and your father agrees, I will do it then." They were disappointed that they had to wait that long. I was sure they would change their minds in a few days and that their father wouldn't agree to it if they didn't.

There was a knock at the door. It was five boys. They looked as if they were between eight and eleven. They saw Petey and Mickey and started rubbing their crotches. One of them asked, "Who did it for you guys?"

Petey and Mickey pointed at me. Mickey said, "He did."

One boy asked Mickey and Petey if it hurt much to get everything cut off. Both boys said that they had no pain when it was done and very little pain the next day. Mickey said, "I'm a little sore where he cut everything off but it isn't bad." Petey said he was about the same.

Four of the five boys asked if I could do it for them. I said "If you still want the surgery a week from now and your parents agree, I will do it." I gave each of them one of my cards. "Have your parents' call me if they want to discuss having it done."

"Let me have some of those cards in case I meet other boys who want to have it done," Mickey said.

I went to my car, got a box of cards and gave several to Mickey and Petey. I told Petey it was time for me to drive him home. He said, "Can I stay here? I live just a block away. I want to stay for a while."

I called Petey's mom. She said he could stay. I drove to Petey's house and gave his mother his pills and aftercare instructions.

That Sunday, I had dinner at my brother Adam's house. After we ate, we watched an old movie called "Flipper". My 12-year-old niece, Elisabeth said, "That Sandy is so handsome. I hope I get a boyfriend as good looking as him."

My ten-year-old nephew, Alan said, "He'd look better without the bulge."

"What bulge?"

"The one in his swimsuit, between his legs."

Elisabeth said, "Boys are supposed to have a bulge there." Alan didn't say anything but he didn't look convinced either.

My other nephew, eight-year-old Alex, said, "He would look better if he was smooth down there." He rubbed his crotch and said, "I wish I was smooth."

"Me too," Alan said. I decided not to tell them that I could do an operation that would make them smooth.

Four of Mikey's friends had their parents call. I arranged a meeting at Mikey's house a week after I brought him home. I told them to bring the boys.

We met in the living room. The boys who wanted the operation, waited in the den. The parents of Mikey's friends were reluctant to allow their boys to be castrated. Mikey's dad surprised me by saying, "I am going to give my permission. I have seen how happy Mickey and Petey are. I know how much my other boys want this."

One father said that he didn't want to give permission because he wanted his son to be able to have children. I explained that after I remove testicles, I send them to the national sperm bank where they are processed into a sperm production culture. If his son wanted to have children, he could.

I gave each parent a government pamphlet on the benefits of castration and penectomy. After they read it and asked some questions, they all agreed to the surgery. I said, "You need to decide what kind of castration you want."

One of them asked, "What kinds are there?"

"I can do them the way I did Mickey and Petey with everything removed. I can leave a small penis stump so they can pee standing up and still aim. Without testosterone the stump would shrink. In a few years it could get too small to aim with. I can remove the testes with or without scrotum removal and leave the penis intact. If I don't remove the scrotum, I can insert artificial testicles. They would look pretty normal. It's up to you." I showed them pictures of each option.

One parent said, "It's hard to decide."

Another said, "I think my son wants to be done like Mickey and Petey. Which picture is that?"

George said, "Instead of looking at a picture, why don't we just look at Mickey and Petey? They're playing upstairs. I can call them down."

"Won't they mind us looking at them nude?"

"They love it when people see them naked now. They want to go skinny-dipping so that lots of boys will see them. I haven't taken them yet because Bill and Jacob won't go until after they have the surgery. The pond is too far for them to go by themselves." He went to the intercom, pressed a button and said, "Mickey, please come down to the living room and bring Petey with you."

In less than a minute, they came into the room. They were already naked. George said, "I have given up trying to get them to wear clothes in the house. Now I just try to keep them from going outside naked. They say, 'Why can't we go out naked? We don't have any private parts to hide.' I have to admit they have a point."

The boys did seem to enjoy showing off their bodies and smooth groins. They also looked very happy.

A parent asked Mickey, "Do you regret having your ah. . . parts cut off?"

"Hell. . . Uh, heck no. I love having them gone."

"Me too," Petey said.

A parent asked about pain. Mickey said, "I didn't hurt at all when it was done 'cause I was asleep. There was a little pain the next day and it was a little sore for a few days after that."

Petey said, "It didn't hurt me much at all either."

Mikey's father said, "You can go back to your room now."

After the boys left, a parent said, "It's still hard to decide."

Another parent said, "Why don't we ask the boys what they want?"

I said, "That's a good idea." Mikey's dad got the boys who were waiting in the den. I explained the options and asked them what they wanted. They all said they wanted to be like Mickey and Petey with everything removed. All the parents decided to have their boys done that way. The boys were overjoyed that they were going to get the surgery.

Since I only had two IV anesthesia machines and two recovery beds, I could do a maximum of two boys at a time. I did Mikey's brothers first because they asked first. The other four boys were disappointed that they had to wait, especially the two who were done last.

A few days after the meeting, my brother Adam called me. Alan and Alex had seen a nullified boy. They wanted the same surgery. I went to my brother's house and talked to him and the boys. After Adam read the pamphlet, he asked, "Have you done this operation?"

"Yes, I have done eight boys."

"Did they like the results?"

"Two of them are still unconscious. The other six love it."

"Then I will give my permission."

Alan shouted "Yeah!"

Alex said, "That's great!"

"When will you do it? I can't wait," Alan said.

"I make all the boys wait a week to be sure they don't change their minds. I will do both of you a week from today."

Alan said, "That's not fair. You heard both of us say that we wanted to be smooth eight days ago. If you had told us you were making boys smooth, you would have done us by now. I think you should do us today."

"Have any of the boys who asked for the operation changed their minds?" my brother asked.

"No."

"Then you should do these two as soon as possible."

"OK. I will do them next. It will be either tomorrow or Wednesday."

"Why didn't you tell us you could make us smooth eight days ago when you were here for dinner?" Alan asked.

"I didn't want to do it to you or your brother."

"Why in the world not? I know I will love being smooth and the pamphlet says it will make us better students."

"If you don't get the operation, in a few years you can use your penis to give you great pleasure."

"I don't think it could possibly be as good as being smooth."

"Me neither," Alex said.

Alan said, "The boy we saw said he loved being smooth. I know I will love it too."

Alex said, "I will love it three."

I had been getting a few calls every day or two from parents who wanted their sons nullified. Their boys had seen Mickey or Petey.

A few days after I took Mikey's brothers home, I started getting calls from many parents. I got ten calls in one day. Mickey, Petey and Mikey's brothers went skinny-dipping. Almost all of the boys who saw them wanted to have the surgery. For a long time after that, I did the procedure constantly. When I had an empty recovery bed, I did another boy. I had a storeroom converted into another recovery room with two more IV machines. Then I could do about twice as many boys per week.

Two weeks after I operated on Bill, I was showering at the health club when I heard a boyish voice say, "You look great!" I saw a boy who looked about ten. He had an erection. I looked to see who he was looking at. It was Danny, a boy I had nullified just after Bill and Jacob.

All six of the other boys in the shower room talked about how much they liked how Danny looked. All of them had erections. A very young boy asked, "Was he born that way?"

An older boy who I think was his brother said, "No. I know him. He used to have a dick and balls. Somebody must have removed them."

The younger boy said, "He's real lucky. I wish I could have mine removed."

Danny said, "You can." He pointed at me and said, "That's Doctor Wilson. He cut off my junk and he can cut off yours. You'll have to get your parents' permission and wait a week but he'll do it."

"I don't want to wait. I want it today."

I said, "You will have to wait a week. You will also need your parents' permission. If you argue about the wait, you will have to wait two or three weeks. After you finish showering, come find me in the locker room. I will give you one of my cards. Have your parents call me."

I wanted to hear what the boys said about Danny's condition so I stayed close to them.

"How do you like being smooth?"

"I love it. It's great. I love the way it looks and how it feels." Danny started stroking his crotch. He got a blissful look on his face.

The other boys started stroking themselves. One said, "My dick is in the way."

"Mine too."

"Mine three."

Danny continued, "I no longer have to worry about getting hit in the balls. Riding a bike is way more comfortable now. I used to wake up most days with a boner that made it hard to pee. Now I just get up and go."

"How do you pee without a wiener?"

"I have a new pee hole about an inch in front of my poop hole. I just sit on the toilet and pee. It's better than standing to pee. Sometimes I would miss the toilet. Mom would get real upset. She'd make me get down on my hands and knees to clean it up. She thought I was too stupid to aim. That wasn't it. Sometimes a guy's pee doesn't go straight out of his dick."

"I hope my mom will let me get smooth."

"I'm sure my mom will let me. She doesn't like boys. She's always bitching about my room being messy or my leaving lights on. My sister's room is messier than mine. She leaves lights on more than I do. Mom NEVER bitches at her. Mom would love it if my boy parts were gone."

"You shouldn't do it to please your mom. You should only do it 'cause you want it."

"I do want it, very, very much. I would give up my bike and toys to get it."

By the time school started, about half the prepubescent boys in the town had gotten the operation. Only about 25% of pubescent boys had been done. They were mostly ones that had not started masturbating yet or who felt guilty about masturbating.

About a month after school started, I did a routine physical on a boy I had nullified. He said, "Hello doctor Wilson. Thank you so much for making me smooth. Everything is much better now. My mom is treating me way better. She doesn't like boys. Now that I'm smooth, she thinks I'm not a boy anymore. She treats me just as good as she treats my sister.

"It's funny but two years ago, I heard of a boy who lost his dick and balls because a horse stepped on him. At the time, I thought it would be horrible. Now I know it's wonderful to be smooth. How could I have been so wrong back then?"

When I was treating a man for tennis elbow, he said, "When you castrated my son, Henry, I was afraid that he would start acting like a girl and get fat and weak, but he didn't. He's still very much a boy. I think he's a little stronger and thinner than he was before you operated."

"That's because I give all the boys I nullify an artificial hormone that keeps them lean and strong. It prevents the excessive limb length eunuchs can get. It doesn't cause the aggression and sex drive that testosterone does. It also seems to make them happier and we think it will make them live longer. Castrated mice given the hormone, lived 32% longer than castrated mice not given the hormone."

(There are two forms of the hormone. The first type makes eunuchs very thin with very little muscle. The second type allows a little more subcutaneous fat and more muscle. I show pictures to the boys and let them decide. About 25% choose type one.)

"How do you know it makes them happier?"

"Researchers gave it to 1,000 castrated boys and not to 1,000 castrated controls. Most of them were castrated or nullified against their will. Many of them were rescued sex slaves. There were eight successful suicides and 23 attempts in the control group. None of the hormone group attempted suicide. Nearly all of them said they were happier than they were before they were castrated. They also scored very high on the happiness scale on psychological tests."

"Maybe I should take that hormone."

"If you did, your penis and testicles would shrink down to nothing in a few weeks and you'd have severe testicle pain."

"I don't want that. Are there any side effects for eunuchs who take it?"

"The study lasted a year. When the study ended, about 45% of the eunuchs, with penises, had gotten blockages in their urethras. They had to be catheterized. The ones without penises didn't have the problem because their urethras are straighter. Most of the boys, with blockages, decided to have their penises removed. The boys said they didn't want to get another blockage and they didn't need dicks that were too small to pee standing up with.

"The researchers thought that if the study had lasted longer, more of them would have gotten blockages. After the study ended, they gave the hormone to the controls. Two weeks later, they gave all the eunuchs with penises the choice of going off the hormone or having their penises removed and staying on the hormone. All of them decided to stay on the hormone."

"I guess it's a good thing that Henry had his dick removed too. Do any of the boys keep their dicks?"

"No. They all want to be completely smooth. That's good because I am only allowed to give the hormone to nullos."

"Why is that?"

"There is too much risk that they would get a blockage when they were camping or snowed in etc. and couldn't get immediate medical attention. That could be fatal."

"Why didn't you tell us about this hormone at the meeting?"

"I didn't learn about it until a few days later. If I had known about it, I wouldn't have offered to do a partial penis removal."

After a few seconds he continued, "Henry used to be something of a bully. Now he is much nicer and gentler. His grades have gone way up. It's a big improvement. Now I think it should be done to all boys.

"I hate to think what he would have been like if he had started puberty. I'm sure he would have gotten into a lot of trouble just like my brother, Frank, did. He might have even gotten a girl pregnant. Frank did when he was 14. Before you castrated Henry, he was a lot like my brother was. Frank is in prison now. I wish someone had castrated him when he was ten like you did for Henry.

"I'm glad my nephew finally decided to be castrated. He lives with his mother in a trailer park. They don't have TV because she can't afford cable. Frank junior doesn't like to read so he wanders around and gets into trouble.

"When he first saw Henry, he said, 'You are crazy. I will never let anyone cut off my cock or balls.' Four days after he was put in reform school, he volunteered to have everything removed. He's smooth like Henry now except he has more scarring. He's behaving much better.

"The warden said that a few months ago, the government sent three smooth boys to the reform school. They talked about how much they liked being smooth. They stripped and walked around the room. He didn't think any of his inmates would want nullification. He was astounded when more than 95% of the prepubescent boys, more than 80% of the pubescent boys and more than 60% of the postpubescent boys volunteered.

"The government also sent a doctor and a nurse with six robotic surgery machines. They started nullifying the boys right away. It took them almost two weeks to do all the volunteers. Now the doctor comes out three times a week to nullify boys. Many new boys want to be nullified as soon as they see a smooth boy. Nearly all of them volunteer in their first week."

The government did not allow me to do boys under six unless it was medically necessary. Soon, nearly all the town's boys were having it done just a few days after their sixth birthday. Later, it became a tradition for a boy to have the operation on his sixth birthday. They have a party about a week later where they proudly show all the guests their smooth crotches.

By the end of the school year, almost all prepubescent boys, six and older, had been done and about 35% of the pubescent boys. The prepubescent boys who had not been done were mostly ones whose parents would not let them. Some of them begged me to do it without their parents' permission. I refused.

While I was examining Mrs. Kubusheskie, I asked, "How is your ballet school doing?"

"It's better than ever. For my first 17 years, I didn't have enough boys. This year, I have more than enough. I have one small problem. All the new boys are nullos. They just don't look right in their leotards."

"You could have them wear padding."

"None of them will wear padding. They want everyone to see how smooth they are. They're proud of it. I used to have boys who would wear padded dance belts before they were old enough to need them. They wanted a bigger bulge. Now I have boys with no bulges who won't wear any padding at all. Many of them are the same boys. I don't understand why a year ago, they wanted bigger bulges and now they want no bulges. I guess ballet lovers will have to get used to seeing boys with smooth crotches.

"At least I don't have to worry about them getting hit in the balls or getting erections. I had one 15-year-old who got an erection at a performance. He was mortified. I told him that it probably wouldn't happen again. He swore that he would never dance again. Two weeks later, he was back. He said, 'I will never get another boner while dancing.' He took off his jacket and there was no bulge in his leotard."

I remembered him. He said, "I might miss jacking off but it will be worth it to dance without getting boners. I know a guy my age who was snipped in reform school. He doesn't miss playing with himself at all. He said it was the best thing that ever happened to him. He wishes he'd been done when he was six. I know a bunch of smooth guys. They all love it and they look great."

When I met him a month later, I asked him if he missed masturbating. He said, "Hell no! Being smooth is way better than jacking off. I don't even think about jacking off now. It's nice to not think about sex because I can concentrate on dance and schoolwork. I'm doing much better in both. I wish you had snipped me years ago. I tell my friends that they should have you snip them."

"I wondered why I had been getting so many older boys."

About a year after I operated on Mickey and Petey, The government required the parents who refused to allow their boys to be castrated to come to my office and watch a video about the benefits of castration and penectomy. I was surprised that nearly all of them changed their minds after seeing the video.

Around this time, boys' underwear without a fly opening or a pouch started to appear in the stores. This really pleased a lot of boys. The underwear was called Smooth Boys'. I bought stock in the company and did very well.

My town was one of the first to start having boys "made smooth" or "snipped" as it was called. The same thing happened all over the world.

For many years, I wondered why suddenly so many boys wanted to be nullified and why the parents allowed it. When I became a health minister, I discovered that the world government was putting subliminal messages into TV programs and continuing education programs for MD's. The subliminal messages started about a month before I nullified Mickey and Petey. Later the government put the same subliminal messages into videos shown in the schools to catch the few boys who did not watch TV at home. They gave boys in reform schools drugs in their food to make them more likely to volunteer for nullification.

The government designed the subliminal messages to make boys want smooth crotches and parents and doctors to allow it. The messages promoted smooth crotches instead of just castrations because it is easier to convey a smooth crotch than a castration in a subliminal message. Also, they did not want the castrated boys to start on testosterone. (Very few boys or men would want testosterone if they did not have a penis because it would be too frustrating.)

I think Mickey and Petey would have wanted to be made smooth even without the subliminal messages but few of the others would have.

I did not tell anyone what I discovered. I knew that the program was very good for society. With almost all boys being castrated at age six there was almost no juvenile crime or teenage pregnancy. Boys were doing much better in school without testosterone to distract them. When the nullified boys grew up and got married there were no accidental pregnancies.

I think nearly all the boys who were made smooth were happier than boys were a few years earlier when they were left intact.

The end.

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