ONE  FLESH, OR NEW LIFE

1

It all started on my trip to Captiva Island where I was going for a CME meeting. I was in

the last months of my residency training in OB-GYN at Lincoln hospital, South Bronx,

NY. But first let me tell you a little bit about my background.

I was raised by my mother who was a nurse. I never saw my father who was a military

pilot and was shot down in Viet Nam in the last days of Christmas bombing of Hanoi in

1972. I was only three months old then. My mom never married again. I don’t know

much about her relationship with my father. She never wanted to talk about it:  it gave her

visible pain. After my father’s death in Viet Nam she developed strong fear of war and

men in general. She became an ardent pacifist and used to tell me over and over again

when I grew up that war was nothing but a manifestation of stupid and vain macho pride.

She did her best to bring me up shielded from all kinds of violence: she wouldn’t let me

play any war games and never bought me toy guns, tanks or airplanes.  Later she would

take special care to protect me from exposure to violent movies and books.

I was an obedient and quiet child. I did very well at school and graduated with high

honors at the top of my class. My mom passionately wanted me to go to medical school

which I did after completing premed course at NYU in only two years. Now you

probably understand why I got into OB-GYN specialty. My mom approved it with great

joy. She was so happy that my profession would be dedicated to women and babies.

Some people think that a young good looking guy who chose to go to GYN has done so

seeking some sexual gratification. If they only saw the patients I used to treat at Lincoln

they would have found such idea laughable. Lincoln is located in one of the poorest

neighborhoods in New York City. Most patients come from the lowest income families,

many don’t speak English being recent immigrants from the poorest countries of Africa,

South and South-East Asia and Latin America. Thank God my Spanish and French were

good enough to communicate with them. Virtually all of them were very dirty, poorly

groomed. Frankly, they stank. Some bore marks of brutal sexual abuse on their most

intimate parts. Some were disfigured by awful tropical illnesses, like chancroid or

inguinal granuloma. Some were victims of traditional genital mutilation. HIV and other

STD’s were rampant. Most babies were born out of wedlock, probably half of them to

underage mothers from indigenous families. So, no; nothing in my daily work routine

provoked anything like a glimpse of sexual arousal. Besides, working 100+ hours a week

and chronic sleep deprivation drained me of all sexual energy. Believe it or not, I

remained a virgin almost to the end of my training years.

When I was in my first year of residency my dear sweet mom fell gravely ill. She was

diagnosed with breast cancer. She was only in her early forties and her illness progressed

with dreadful speed. I spent all my vacations and time off at her side, supporting her

through several courses of chemotherapy that would make her so miserable, that she

couldn’t even get to the bathroom without somebody helping her. She died when I was in

my last year of training. Her death left me completely devastated emotionally. I went into

terrible depression and had to take Paxil in order to carry on my professional duties. I

hated that drug, since it made me into something like a robot, a creature devoid of all

feelings. Finally, my supervisor and chief of the OB-GYN department, realized that I

needed a break. She was a great doctor and a very kind woman. She knew about my

recent loss and my loneliness. Shortly after the funeral of my beloved mother she

summoned me to her office and insisted on my taking that CME course at Captiva Island.

Not that she was afraid that without it I would flunk my upcoming boards, she just

wanted me to take a breath of fresh air.

By that time I had only two more months to complete my training. I had some job

interviews and even some offers, but, to tell you the truth, none of them looked attractive.

Compensation packages were meager, work load was almost as huge as in my residency.

God knows how long it will take me to repay all my student loans before I can get decent

quality of life. With those unhappy thoughts (they came back as soon as I flushed the

leftovers of damned Paxil down the toilet) I drove to Newark and boarded a plane to Fort

Myers.  Only there I discovered that my boss Dr. Jones made a special treat for me: she

booked me business-class seat: I were to spend my time in the air among CEO’s, movie-

stars and media tycoons. Holding OB-GYN Board Review textbook made me look

completely out of place.   

2.    

-Hi, Doc – young and exquisitely beautiful girl was taking her seat next to me.

-How did you guess my occupation? Ah, yes, the textbook-

-Boring, isn’t it? I wonder if you could take something more exciting to read in Florida. If

you are a bookworm, I mean-

-Like what?-

-Gosh, thrillers, erotica, poetry, at the very least. Do you ever read that kind of books?-

-I am studying for the boards, maam, last months of residency, you know – I blushed.

-So, you are OB-GYN doctor. By the way, don’t call me “maam.” I am not your superior.

In fact, who knows, one day you may become my superior. My name is Cindy and I am

nurse-midwife. I guess we are going to the same place. CME meeting at Captiva, isn’t

it?-

-My name is Renee. Renee Lacroix-.

-Oh, you must be working at Lincoln under Dr. Jones?-

-Do you know her?-

-I sure do. I had my share of Lincoln not so long ago. Bloody hell that damn hospital was,

I guess still is: real Pandemonium. Thank God I survived it. That was five years ago. 

You were, probably at medical school then-.

-I was, at NYU. How do you know that I work at Lincoln now?-

-I keep in touch with Dr. Jones. She is an angel. Nobody else could have managed such a

place. I truly think she deserves beatification.  She told me about you. About you job

search, I mean. She thinks a world of you. She told me that she didn’t have anybody even

close to you level of professionalism in many years. And this is not flattery. She really

wants you to get a job you deserve. She asked me if I could help you. Perhaps, I can-

-Would you, really help a stranger?-

-You are not a total stranger, Renee. After all, we are in the same business. And Dr.

Jones’ recommendation means a lot to me.-

-But you are a midwife, not a doctor. How can you help me to find a job?-

-I work for a group of doctors in Connecticut. Actually, we just lost one of our doctors

and are now looking for replacement. I can help to arrange you interview.”

-Where in Connecticut are you?-

-New Canaan.-

-Oh, sure: the town of millionaires. And you think that a guy from Lincoln has any

remote chance there? I guess, one has to be forth generation Harvard or Yale alum to get

a job at New Canaan-

-Don’t be so sure. Dr. Knapp, who is the chief, doesn’t look only at one’s resume. She

looks at the person. I think you might have a chance. Now, tell me a bit more about

yourself. What kind of guy are you. Don’t tell me about your training, I already know

enough of that. Do you have a family?-

-No. I am all by myself. My mom died three month ago of breast cancer. I never saw my

dad. He was killed in Viet Nam when I was three months old.-

-Oh, I am sorry. – She was visibly upset – significant others anywhere?-

-None. I am all by myself.-

-Not even a girlfriend? It’s hard to believe that such nice looking guy doesn’t have a

sweetheart.-

I just blushed and couldn’t say anything. She was looking at me with sincere compassion.

Gosh, how beautiful was she! Gorgeous mane of auburn hair framed a chiseled slightly

tan face with wide dark blue eyes. Her body was really statuesque. After a minute of

awkward silence I asked:

- What about yourself? You certainly can’t be alone. You are to beautiful to be ignored

by men-

-Well, I am not ignored by them, to say the least. But I still have not found Mr. Right. But

let’s go back to you. So, no life outside the work, I gather. And, gosh, some work it is.

Lincoln, I mean.  I guess we need to do something about it.  Your life, you know. It has

to be changed. You surely need some enjoyment.  By the way, as we are nearing Fort

Myers, let me ask you: how are you going to get to Captiva from there?-

-Well, at first I thought of renting a car, but you see, I haven’t been driving for years. So,

I will take a shuttle that hotel is providing. I don’t plan to have any trips there.-

- Renee, never mind a shuttle. I have a car rental already booked. Let me give you a lift. I

hate to drive alone-.

-That’s very nice of you, Cindy. Thank you.-

-Thank you “yes” or “No, thank you?-

I blushed again. “Yes”

-Alright! So, we are not beyond salvation. Meet me at Alamo rental desk. Will chat some

more on the way to Captiva. – The plane was descending already.

3

While we were waiting in line for the rental car Cindy pulled her cell phone and made a

quick call. I didn’t listen whom she was talking to. Then we got our car and she drove to

Captiva. On the way I tried to ask some more about her job at New Canaan but she didn’t

seem to be too interested in that topic. She just told me that she was paid really well and

was happy with it. It was clear that she wanted to talk about anything but job.

-Is this your first time here? – she asked me.

-Not only here but anywhere in Florida. Not much travel experience, you see.-

-I think you’ll love it. Sanibel and Captiva are my favorite places in Florida. By the way,

I am awfully hungry. They don’t serve lunches anymore on the flights to Florida. I

booked two seats at my favorite restaurant in Sanibel as we were waiting for the car. I

hope you don’t mind sharing dinner with me.-

-Thank you for invitation. I too am quite hungry.-

We were on Sanibel already driving down Periwinkle Drive. The island looked like

paradise. The restaurant that Cindy mentioned was at the very end of Sanibel near the

bridge connecting it to Captiva. We sat at the window facing the Gulf and looked at the

sunset. Magnificent red orb was slowly sinking in the sea.

Food was delicious and so was the wine that our waiter recommended. At the end I

wanted to pick up the tab but Cindy didn’t let me.

-I want to give you a treat tonight. And who knows, if you behave it may not be your last

– she added playfully.

It got dark shortly after the sunset and by the time we reached the resort the sky was full

of stars. At the parking lot before the office Cindy looked me directly in the eyes and

said:

-Renee, I made up my mind not to leave you alone. I think you have had more than a fair

share of loneliness. I know you have a room booked but I want us to stay together. So let

us check in but then we’ll go to my room.-

And so we did. Her room was an oceanfront suite with a patio just few yards away from

the water. The porter brought our stuff and left.

-Kiss me, Renee-.

I haltingly obeyed taking her beautiful face in my hands and gently kissed her on the lips.

-Don’t be so shy. Kiss me again.-

This time I felt her tongue in my mouth. She wanted a French kiss and she was giving me

one.

-Now, let’s go dip in the ocean. -

-Wait, Cindy, let me put my swimming trunks.-

-Come on, it’s dark. No one can see us. Let’s go naked. -  With that she pulled off her

dress and a thong revealing the body of Greek goddess. And to my astonishment she

didn’t have any pubic hair. It was smooth like the pubis of a little girl or a marble statue. I

couldn’t resist temptation to touch it and feel its velvety delicate skin. She giggled

noticing my raging erection and pulled my pants of.  I tore off my t-shirt.

-Let’s go – she took my hand and opened the patio.

We went out and dipped into the sea. She swam quite well and then turned on her back. I

caught up with her and once again was stunned by her beauty. The full moon was shining

and in that light she really looked like a sea nymph. I caressed her round firm breasts, her

belly, and that smooth hairless groove between her slightly parted legs. She quietly

moaned with pleasure. Then suddenly she swam back to the shore, I followed her. Back

in the room she ran to the shower pulling me with her by the hand. I knelt and kissed her

between the thighs. This smoothness really drove me crazy. We then dried each other

with the towels and she pulled me to the bed.  Forcing me on my back she knelt over my

face parting her thighs and I saw the gorgeous flower of womanhood that I never

witnessed before in all my years working with women. Plump smooth outer labia

delicately framed the tiny inner ones and the small clitoris. The latter parts were moist

with the dew of female essence.

-Kiss me, lick me there”– she whispered huskily.

I eagerly did. She moaned again, then her moans became louder and louder until at last

she sang the hymn of triumph reaching the climax. I kept stroking her clit and labia with

my tongue and she climaxed again and again. Then she slid off my face and straddled my

middle. Taking my member that was about to explode in her hand she impaled herself on

it and began to ride it as an Amazon taming a wild mustang.  She soon climaxed again

and suddenly stopped and got off my still throbbing member. Getting on all fours next to

me she whispered:

-Take me from behind, ride me: I want you to give all your juice to me.-

I mounted her from the rear and almost immediately felt how her vagina was

rhythmically milking my member. After a few strokes I exploded, shooting my semen

deep inside her. With each shot she cried triumphantly climaxing yet again. Then my

member started to go limp and I was about to withdraw but she wouldn’t let me.

Squeezing her shapely round buttocks she held me inside her and gently and slowly

turned on her side. I cuddled next to her caressing her breasts and smooth belly. We

stayed cuddled to each other quietly for awhile. Then my member began to wake up and

stiffened again. She responded almost immediately and again I felt her tight vagina

milking me. This time it took longer for me to climax but in the end she wouldn’t let me

go. I think we both then went into oblivion, so intense was the climax. And so it went for

most of that night: wild love-making, oblivion-like sleep, then love-making again. I think

I climaxed no less then eight times. Only in the wee morning hours she would let me go.

When I woke up it was about seven. She was sound asleep. Her body looked golden with

two pink rubies of the nipples in the light of the dawn. I couldn’t tear my eyes off that

beauty. Gently, trying not to disturb her sleep I got on my knees and kissed her between

her slightly parted thighs again. She didn’t open her eyes, just murmured in her sleep and

parted them a bit more. I began to lick he inner lips and clit. She then woke up.

-Wow, what a wonderful feeling to wake up feeling you tongue between my legs! Who

taught you that?-

No one. You are my first woman, Cindy.-

I can hardly believe you. Your performance was too good for a virgin.

Yet it is true.

Goodness, I couldn’t even imagine that there are 25 years old male virgins

nowadays. Much less that there are good looking ones.

We got up. I felt great which was strange considering that I slept no more than three

hours that night. Cindy didn’t show any signs of fatigue either.

It was time to go the meeting.

Breakfast buffet was served at the entrance of a lecture hall. Only there we realized that

we both a hungry. We ate and went to signing desk.

The lectures were quite boring. Not much stuff that I haven’t already known. Cindy

seemed to be equally bored. Fortunately they lasted only till noon, after that we were free.

Cindy drove me all over the island and nearby Sanibel. She was an avid shell hunter and

that place was known as shell hunters’ Mecca. We swam, basked in the sun and went

snorkeling. I managed to find a gorgeous sample of junonia – the rarest and most highly

prized trophy for a shell hunter, and gave it to Cindy. She was very grateful for that gift. 

We dined at different restaurants but none was better than that where we went on our

arrival night. Every night was full of most passionate and tender lovemaking. It seem to

me that the favorite part of it for Cindy was riding my face while I relished in eating the

gorgeous and fragrant flower of her womanhood. At least she always wanted to start with

it and enjoyed it more than everything else. For me this was equally exciting but I also

yearned to feel her tight vagina milking my member. I realized that I was deeply in love

with Cindy and could not possibly part with her. Cindy also seemed to be fond of me.

Unfortunately this bliss lasted for only four days, after which we had to go back to New

York. We were glued to each other, kissing and fondling madly all the way from Fort

Myers to Newark. Upon the landing we could hardly tear ourselves apart.  I was thinking

of taking a commuter train to New York but Cindy said that she had left her car at the

airport and would drop me off at my place. She had to drive through the Bronx on her

way to New Canaan anyway.  When we stopped near the brownstone where I rented a

studio she gave me her phone number and asked for mine. A eagerly gave it to her. She

promised to call me few days later.

Back at work it took me considerable effort to concentrate on my daily duties. My

thoughts constantly revolved around Cindy and those four incredible days and nights in

tropical paradise. Cindy called me three day after our parting. It was the weekend coming

and she wanted to see me. I gave her the address of my studio apartment in North Bronx,

not far from Bronx Zoo. Fortunately I wasn’t on call that weekend. She came to my place

on Saturday morning. I just woke up and didn’t even have a chance to put my clothes on

when the doorbell rang.  Having just a bathrobe on I opened the door. We kissed

passionately and then she noticed that I had nothing but the bathrobe on, laughed

joyfully, pulled it off me and then pulled her dress off. We leapt to my still unmade bed

and she straddled my face like our last time on Captiva. I eagerly started to lick her

gorgeous pussy relishing on its moist fragrance.  Our lovemaking was as wild as before.

After we rested a little Cindy suggested that we go outside: it was mid-May and the

weather was beautiful. Bronx Wood was just across the street with all its trees in bloom.

We spent a wonderful time roaming the park. In the evening we took a train to

Greenwich Village, ate at a nice Italian restaurant and went to a theater. We got back

home when it was well past midnight but it didn’t seem to matter to us: all night we were

making love except for brief periods of blissful sleep.

Will you marry me? - was the first thing I asked her when we woke up.

 It depends – she responded playfully. – I want to help you to get a job first. You

have less than two months to finish your damned residency and you still haven’t

decided on any position. By the way, do you have a copy of your resume here?-

I got to my desk and gave her one.

- It would be nice to have a couple of reference letters too. –

I rummaged my desk and found them as well. She browsed them quickly and put them in

the folder.

- I’ll take these with me, if you don’t mind and show them to Dr. Knapp. She is the chief.

I am sure she’ll be interested. Your credentials look impeccable to me. After we ate our

breakfast I suggested that we go to the Zoo but Cindy didn’t want to.

- I hate to see these beautiful animals that are kept in captivity for the sole purpose of

entertainment of the crowd of oafs. Let’s go to the wood instead. –

I agreed. This time we took some sandwiches with us and had a little picnic in the wood.

In the evening Cindy had to drive back to New Canaan. Before she left it seemed to me

that she was a little bit troubled by the mission of introducing me to her chief that she

volunteered earlier that day.

4.

I was on call next Monday seeing patients at the clinic then delivering babies all night

long, then seeing patients again. When I came home on Tuesday I found a message on

my answering machine. Dr. Knapp called me with invitation to the interview. Guessing

quite rightly that it might be well past regular office hours when I got her message she

left her home phone number. After some hesitation I dialed it.

 - May I speak to Dr. Knapp? –

- This is she – a pleasant female voice responded.

- Hello, Dr. Knapp, this is Renee Lacroix. I’ve got your message. Sorry that I couldn’t

call you at normal hours, but I just got home after night call. –

- That’s all right, Dr. Lacroix. There isn’t anything to be sorry about. I still remember

what the resident’s life is like. Would you care to come for an interview? –

- I certainly would. Cindy had told me some nice things about your practice.-

- Marvelous. Let’s plan it for next Monday and Tuesday. I really want you to spend two

full days with us to get a real flavor of our clinic. Is it a problem for you to take two days

off next week? If so I may try to help you. Dr. Jones is my good old friend. –

- I hope it won’t be a problem. I still have some unused time-off. I have to look at the call

schedule though. –

- All right. If something happens let me know. We can reschedule it then. I don’t want to

delay it too much, though. I was very impressed by you credentials. It seems like you are

a very promising candidate. Now, I know you don’t have a car. I think that if you take

Metro-north to New Canaan Cindy can meet you at the station. –

- That works well for me –

- Good night, Dr. Lacroix. Hope to see you soon.-

-Good night, Dr. Knapp. Thank you for your invitation.-

Cindy called me next day. I told her about the last night conversation with Dr. Knapp.

She was a bit upset that she wouldn’t be able to see me the next weekend being on call.

But she was happy that I accepted the invitation. She will meet me at the train station in

New Canaan at 10 a.m. next Monday.

We called each other every night mostly cooing and talking nonsense like two young

doves madly in love with each other. 

Finally that Monday came. I was supposed to be on call on Tuesday but with the approval

of Dr. Jones I switched the call with one of the other residents and got two days off.

Cindy waited for me at the station in New Canaan. We kissed and she led me to her car.

Only now I noticed that it was a Porsche: quite a fancy car for a nurse. Cindy had a

slightly saddened expression on her face as we were driving across the town. When I

asked her what was the matter, she said that she hoped for the night with two of us

together but that Dr. Knapp wanted me to stay at her own place tonight.

I don’t know why she wanted it – she said – but there must be some reason. She is

a very clever and discreet woman and I trust her without any second thoughts. But

I’ll be missing you a lot tonight, Renee. My last advice to you: be honest and

sincere with Dr. Knapp. If something troubles you here tell her frankly as it is.

Don’t try to hide anything. -

We passed the tiny and cozy downtown and drove through the most luxurious residential

area. Almost every house there was a mansion with no less then 20 acres of land around

it. The Women’s Clinic was at the very edge of the town surrounded by a big old park.

The building was very new and had an almost futuristic design. I’ve noticed that the cars

parked in the lot were all luxury ones: a few Mercedes, a few BMWs, one Lexus, two

Porsches, one Ferrari and one Bentley.  

Cindy parked next to them and led me inside. We took an elevator to the third floor and

went to Dr. Knapp’s office. There Cindy left me.

Dr. Knapp greeted me warmly at the door with a firm handshake. Her hands were small

but quite strong for a woman. She had a tall and slender body dressed in a simple but

very elegant suit. Her hair was shiny black which was in stunning contrast with her very

light skin. She had a set of penetrating black eyes of a Cybil. Cindy once told me that she

was in her mid-forties but she looked much younger: certainly younger than Dr. Jones

who was about the same age.  I’ve noticed a big painted portrait of a man with the kindest

face. It was hung on the wall in front of her desk. Next to it was a hand painted copy of

Gustav Klimdt’s “The Three Ages of Woman”, a very good copy as far as I could tell. 

On the opposite wall behind the desk there was a big photograph of Dr. Knapp sitting at

the table with for other people: two men and two women.

These are my colleagues and partners: Dr. Robert Parker, Dr. Helen Pierce, Dr.

Maria   Velasquez and Dr. Julio Hernandez. You’ll see them all later and spend

some time seeing patients with every one of them.  But first we’ll give you a tour

around the clinic. Later you will meet with Sue Smith, the real estate agent who

will show you some houses that you may choose to buy should you decide to join

us. –

She then called her secretary Maggie and asked her to be my guide. We passed the row of

doors that were the offices of Dr. Knapp’s partners each bearing the name of its holder.

Cindy’s office was the last in a row. The office before hers didn’t have a name: it was

vacant.

Maggie took me to the second floor where the inpatient ward was located. It was small:

there were just a dozen patient’s rooms: eight delivery rooms at one end of the hall and

four rooms for gynecological patients at the other. Half of the rooms were occupied: there

was one patient recovering after fibroids removal, two women in labor and three new

mothers. Each room had a semblance of a luxury suite. I only saw the vacant ones but

they all looked the same. There were paintings of the old masters on the walls and as in

Dr. Knapp’s office they were all hand painted. No prints. Furniture was very comfortable

and expensive. Each bathroom had marble floors and walls and was equipped with bidet

and a whirlpool. I looked like a small luxury hotel rather than medical facility. Only the

sign at the end of the hall reminded you that you were at the hospital: there was an

operating unit there with two rooms. Both had state-of-the art surgical and anesthesia

equipment.

 Maggie introduced me to the nurses at the station. The greeted me warmly and wished

me good luck. We then moved to the first floor where the out-patient unit was. There was

a spacious and beautifully decorated waiting room with the front desk at one end. Behind

it the exam rooms were located arranged in three aisles with two rooms on each side.

Every aisle was shared by two doctors with two exam rooms for each. It was the lunch

time, and the waiting room was empty. The exam rooms were the smaller versions of the

in-patient rooms I saw upstairs. Each one had a private bathroom equipped with bidet.

There were paintings on the walls: I noticed that they reflected each doctor’s artistic

preferences. Dr. Hernandez and Dr. Velasquez preferred old Spanish masters: Diego

Velasquez, Francisco Goya, Jose de Ribera. Dr. Parker preferred Giorgione and Rafael.

Dr. Pierce, it was obvious admired Rene Magritte. I was invited to lunch and in the

lounge I met all four colleagues of Dr. Knapp. Dr. Hernandez was a guy with a charming

smile and infectious laugh. He was medium built, with dark hair and warm dark eyes. He

as well as his wife (as I learned later) Dr. Velasquez, tall slender lady in her mid-thirties

with somewhat mischievous smile were both born in Florida. Their parents were

immigrants from Cuba. Dr. Parker and Dr. Pierce were also married to each other. They

all kept their original names, thinking perhaps that it was more convenient for their

practice. Dr. Parker was tall slender guy in his early thirties. He was quite shy and

reticent. Dr. Pierce was his direct opposite: petite, blonde, gracious, almost adolescent-

looking and very gregarious woman bustling with energy. I’ve noticed that both men

looked with equal admiration at both ladies. Cindy joined us at lunch as well. Dr. Knapp,

however, couldn’t. We waited for her for a while but then she called us on the intercom

and said that she was busy with a patient and told us to eat without her. Cindy asked me

how my tour was going. I had nothing but “great” to say. At the end of the lunch they all

wished me good luck adding that we meet again tomorrow. That afternoon I had to spend

with Sue, real estate agent.

  Sue met me at the lobby, led me to her car and drove me around the town. I think we

saw about half a dozen houses. The most modest one cost close to a million bucks. That

made me a little nervous but Sue reassured me: Take it easy, if they hire you, you get

enough money to afford it. She then dropped me off at the clinic entrance. I took an

elevator back to the third floor to meet Dr. Knapp again. The office hours ended, it was

about 6 p.m. Dr. Knapp was waiting for me. As I came in she got out of her chair picked

up her purse and led me outside to her car. Bentley it was.

5.

So, Renee, how did you like it? –

You clinic is superb, Dr. Knapp. Honestly, I haven’t ever seen anything like it.  I

just think that  it must me terribly expensive to maintain such a luxurious facility.-

It is expensive, you’re right. But we serve the most affluent group of people who

certainly can afford it. New Canaan is among the top ten most affluent

communities in the nation. Although we charge probably ten times as much as the

standard fees go, our patients never argue the charges. They get the highest

quality of service and they understand this. That is why we can not just maintain

the amenities and state-of-the art medical equipment but also pay generous

compensation to our staff. After all, they live in one of the most expensive towns

and their earnings should be high enough to cover their expenses.  Tomorrow

we’ll go through details of the compensation package. And now I want you to

share dinner with me. I need company, you see. Since my two girls have gone to

college I feel a bit lonely. –

As she was saying that we drove through the gates of big estate with the beautiful

Victorian mansion on top of a hill. Dr. Knapp pulled the car into a spacious garage

and we walked to the front door. A tiny Hindu woman dressed in traditional sari

opened the door and greeted us with a bow.

Hello, Lakshmi. This is Dr. Lacroix. It well may be that he’ll soon become one of

my partners at the clinic. – She turned to me. – Lakshmi is my housekeeper and a

true guardian angel of this house. She also used to be a wonderful nanny of my

girls. Besides she is an expert cook. I hope you appreciate her culinary talent

tonight. I doubt you’ve ever tasted anything as delicious as Lakshmi’s cuisine.

I am only happy to do my best for you, Catherine – Lakshmi was visibly pleased.

She then rushed to the kitchen.

Lakshmi’s life story is quite an unusual one – Dr. Knapp whispered to me when

the tiny woman was out of sight. – I’ll tell you later about her.

As we came in I noticed a big painted man’s portrait that I saw earlier at Dr. Knapp’s

office. It was hanging on the wall at the end of the broad staircase leading to the

upper floor. I was again stricken by the expression of immense kindness on his face.

This is my dear late husband Randy – explained Dr. Knapp as I was obviously

studying the portrait.

What happened to him?-

Plane crash.  Do you remember TWA-800? He was one of the passengers. He was

going to Paris for international meeting of obstetricians. They never recovered his

body. I still miss him a lot. He was the sweetest human being in my whole life.

And since I never saw him dead there is still no closure on this. I sometimes get

really mad at these scoundrels in Washington who still wouldn’t tell the whole

truth about that tragedy. I am really sorry  to dump it on you.-

Lakshmi came back and called us to dinner. We went to dining room where a really

lavish dinner of Indian food was served. It was absolutely delicious. Dr. Knapp allowed

me to relish on the meals and when we both finished eating asked me to tell about

myself: about my family, my student years. I briefly told her the story that I told Cindy

when we first met and that you know already. Dr. Knapp listened to me carefully and

compassion was on her face.

Life was tough for you, Renee. I hope we can make it better. –

She then showed me the house. There was a huge library upstairs. Dr. Knapp was an avid

reader in at least four languages. But her primary interest was in the history and customs

of India. While I was browsing the bookcases she told me the story of Lakshmi and how

she ended up in her household.

My mother worked for International Red Cross in India at the time. There she met

Lakshmi who was only eight years old then. She was begging in the streets of

Calcutta. My mother felt deep pity of a starving little girl and asked her where her

parents were. Poor Lakshmi couldn’t tell.  My mom took her to the nearest Red

Cross shelter where she was washed and fed. And then, as she was giving her a

bath she noticed that Lakshmi wasn’t a normal girl. Her genitalia were

ambiguous: you couldn’t tell for certain which sex she belonged to. When

something like this happens in India, especially in poor families, the child is

usually abandoned by the parents who see this kind of birth as a bad omen and is

adopted by the community of Hijras. Have you heard of them?-

I think I did. They are transvestite eunuchs, who live by begging and street

dancing in India, aren’t they?

You’re correct. But Lakshmi wasn’t subjected to their barbaric rite of passage

since she was already malformed in that area at birth. As it later was found out,

Lakshmi had a rare syndrome called partial androgen insensitivity. Her

chromosomal sex was male but her body was by and large resistant to androgens.

That is why her genitalia have never developed properly and she never identified

herself with male sex. Of course, hijras reared her as a girl. Two days later hijras

came to the shelter and claimed her back. By that time my mother became so

attached to Lakshmi that she refused to let her go.  Back in the streets of Calcutta.

She knew what was awaiting the poor girl: street begging and later prostitution.

She managed to hide her and later smuggled her to the U.S. Here Lakshmi was

seen by the doctors and her condition was properly diagnosed. After that she

underwent corrective surgery that allowed her to look like any normal girl. She is

actually married now, although she can’t have children. As I said earlier she is a

guardian angel of this house. She was the most wonderful nanny for my girls

when they were little. -   

That’s a great story. I am glad it ended so well for Lakshmi.

All right, how would you like to spend the rest of the evening? Do you want to

watch TV or perhaps a movie? I have a pretty good collection of movies.

Not really. I’d rather browse through your library, if you allow me. Sorry, that

wasn’t a good idea. You’ll be bored in the meantime. Do you play any board

games, Dr. Knapp?

Yeah, I do. I am a Scrabble addict.

We played a few games. She was really a great player. I am not bad at Scrabble myself

but she beat me 3:2.

Thank you for the company, Renee. I haven’t played against live partner in a long

while. But it is late now. We have a really busy day ahead. Tomorrow I would

like you to shadow my partners and see patients with them. You’ll spend about an

hour with each one of them. Feel free to ask them all questions that you have.

We’ll meet after that at my office and discuss the details of your contract. And

now Lakshmi will show you your bedroom. Good night, Renee. –

Lakshmi came in and led me to one of the guest bedrooms. I took a shower and went to

bed.  I was dreaming of Cindy that night.

6.

Next morning Lakshmi woke me up at 7:30. I was quite embarrassed when she did that

since I had huge erection that she couldn’t miss noticing it. Although she was older than

my late mother it still made me blush. Thank God I didn’t have a wet dream. After a

whole week of abstinence it could have happened. It took a cool shower to calm my

raging hard-on. I met Dr. Knapp at the dining room where we ate a light breakfast. Then

we went to the car and she drove me to the clinic.

The first doctor whom I was to shadow that morning was Julio Hernandez. He invited me

to his office and we talked briefly. He had a copy of my resume and was quite amazed

that I was able to go through a night mare of Lincoln’s residency. He himself was doing it

at Yale. He was in practice for only three years after his residency. Soon the nurse came

and told us that the first patient is ready. We went to the exam room. The lady in the

room was 43 years old according to the record but she hardly looked thirty. Although she

wore only the examination gown, you could still see her shapely legs and her healthy and

extremely well groomed face.

Mrs. R. is here for her post-op check-up. She had endometrial ablation done for a

polyp a week ago - Julio told me. – Sorry, Mrs. R., I forgot to introduce my

colleague Dr. Lacroix. It is quite likely that he will soon join us as a junior

partner.  –

Mrs. R. greeted me with a reassuring smile.

So, how have you been since your surgery?  Any unusual or unpleasant?-

No, nothing out or the ordinary. I had some discharge for the first three or four

days but it has now stopped. –

Did you have an intercourse recently?

No, I waited with that as you’ve advised me earlier. I did have oral sex though. –

That’s all right. Even our president thinks that oral sex doesn’t count. –

They both chuckled.

All right, Mrs. R., would you please get on the examination bed and put your legs

in the stirrups. –

She did as she was told. I looked and saw a very shapely vulva with cleanly shaved labia

and a beautifully trimmed pubic hair just on the mons. Julio put latex gloves on and sat

between her legs. After visual exam of her vulva he started gently massaging her clitoris

and inner labia. In a few minutes the lady moaned with pleasure and her inner labia

moistened and parted a bit. Only then Julio took a speculum and very gently inserted it in

the vagina. He examined the cervix and the inner walls carefully, then withdrew the

speculum and proceeded to bi-manual exam. While doing it he quickly located her g-spot

and with his fingers brought her to the climax. Throughout the whole procedure he was

extremely cool and her moans and joyful scream at reaching orgasm didn’t seem to

bother him at all. As for me I felt a raging erection almost tearing through my pants. It

was extremely embarrassing. I experienced nothing like that through all my residency

years. But, then I wasn’t taught to bring every woman to climax while doing a routine

pelvic exam.

Everything looks great, dear Mrs. R. You may now resume your normal sexual

life including penetrative sex. –

Thank you, Dr. Hernandez. You were wonderful, as always. It was a great

pleasure seeing you. And it was nice to meet you, Dr. Lacroix. I hope you join

this practice. –

I am sure she noticed the bulge in my pants because when we were about to leave and let

her get dressed she smiled and winked at me playfully.

  And the rest of the day was just like that. No matter whom I shadowed that morning I

always saw very well groomed women of different ages, all with shapely and neatly

groomed bodies, beautiful vulvas, all radiating joy and pride of their vibrant sexuality and

relishing the gentle touches of their gynecologists. It seemed that all of them came here

expecting their visit to be sexually gratifying and their doctors took it professionally

giving them what they expected and staying cool at the same time. That was the most

amazing thing: none of the doctors seem to be seeking any sexual gratification for him o

herself. Their cool and professional composure was almost incredible.  As for me I was

utterly embarrassed by my unabated erection that I was hardly able to conceal under the

lab coat. I couldn’t even think coherently. Only when the lunch break came I was able to

sneak to the restroom and poured cold water on my face and my raging member. At lunch

all four doctors that I have shadowed that morning looked at me reassuringly and told me

that I made a very good impression on their patients. None of them ever tried to joke

about my bewildered look. They all wished me good luck with Dr. Knapp and hoped to

see me back soon.

   That helped me to regain my composure at least to some extent. I took an elevator to

the third floor and headed to Dr. Knapp’s office.

 She was sitting at her desk doing some paper work. As I entered she put it aside and

offered me a chair in front of her desk.

So, how was it, Renee? What do think of my partners? –

They are all very nice people and great professionals, Dr. Knapp.

So, would you like to become a member of our little team? They all speak very

well of you. Why don’t we discuss the details of your compensation - With that

she handed me a draft of the employment contract.

I started reading it and at first couldn’t believe my eyes.  She offered me five hundred

thousand bucks per year as a starting salary. After that I would become a full partner and

my payment was to be derived from the billing that I provided. Looking at their fee

schedule which was attached to the contract it seemed quite likely that I could easily earn

at least twice as much in just two years. The prospect of becoming a millionaire in such a

short time made my head spin. Besides, she offered to pay off all my student loans at

once and vacation time was 6 weeks in the first year with the prospect to grow to 8 weeks

in just a year.

 - Do you like the offer? I tried to make it simple and clear, without all this legalese. If it

looks attractive to you, you can sign it right now. Why wait? There isn’t any fine print

there if you are afraid of that. Here is a pen.

I took a pen, hesitated for a minute and then put it back on the desk with my hand almost

shaking.

- I am very sorry, Dr. Knapp, but I am afraid I cannot accept your offer. It is very

generous and I doubt I will get anything remotely close to it elsewhere, but I can’t.

- Why?!-

- It is too hard to explain. All I can say, there is nothing wrong with the offer. I just feel

that I can’t take it. I am sure that if I did I would let you down: big time. –

- I still don’t understand. Can you tell me why you think you would let me down? –

- I can’t. It is to embarrassing. –

- I think you are trying to hide something. But I still don’t quite understand what. –

Suddenly I recalled the last words that Cindy told me yesterday morning: “Be sincere. Be

honest with her. Don’t try to hide anything”. I took a deep breath. Dr. Knapp was looking

at me with slightly concealed anxiety.

You see, Dr. Knapp – I started with my voice almost trembling – when I

shadowed your colleagues this morning I noticed that virtually all you patients

expect their visit to be sexually stimulating and even gratifying.-

You have noticed correctly. But you haven’t finished, have you?-

All right, let me finish. All your colleagues were able to keep their professional

composure and cool despite of the fact that I just told you. I am afraid I cannot be

as cool and professional as they are. I am afraid I may seek sexual gratification for

myself to everybody’s shock and ruin not just my own career but the reputation of

the whole clinic. This is the first time a thing like that happened to me. I had

never experienced any sexual attraction to the patients in all my residency years.

It was so embarrassing! That is why I cannot take your offer. I am very, very

sorry.

I slumped in a chair and covered my face with both hands. My face was burning with

shame. Dr. Knapp got out of her chair behind the desk, pulled another chair next to me,

sat down and hugged me.

- Renee, after what you just told me I am even more determined to have you working

with me. I doubt I’ll ever meet a candidate as candid and as courageous as you. I takes a

lot to make a confession that you just did. There was only one other man in my whole life

who was as brave, as sincere and honest and as discreet as you just have shown to be.

That man was my dear late husband Randy. When we were just starting our practice he

confessed that he had the same problem that you just told me about. I loved him dearly

and wanted him to succeed. I was able to help him with his consent. I hope I can help you

too. But you’ll have to consent to make some sacrifice. Believe me, it’s worth it. –

- How can you possibly help me? –

- First of all, you shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself. It’s Mother Nature, you can’t help it.

Young men like you are made to respond in a certain way to women who are sexually

attractive. I don’t have to teach you the basics of physiology. You know very well that it

is testosterone that makes you horny. In order for you to stay cool we’ll need to bring its

level down. And the easiest and safest way to do that is to relieve you of your testicles. –

- You mean I have to undergo castration? –

- Precisely. Do you think it is too much to sacrifice? Randy didn’t think so. He agreed to

it without any second thoughts. And trust me we had the most wonderful and fulfilling

life with him afterwards. He never ever regretted it. -

- Dr. Knapp, if you made this offer a month ago I probably would take it then without

much hesitation. I didn’t have any life then, any personal life, I mean. All work and no

fun. But now I am deeply in love with one very beautiful girl. She works for you. You

know whom I am talking about: Cindy Rossi, your nurse-midwife. I want to marry her.

Do you think Cindy will agree to have an impotent eunuch for a husband?

- Your name sound very French to me, Renee. And French women use to say that any

man who has hands and tongue is not impotent. But I really didn’t know that you were in

such a relationship with Cindy. Of course now I understand that such a decision cannot

be made by you alone. All right, take you time, go and talk to her. Hear what she has to

say about your future. –

Dr. Knapp gave me a motherly kiss on the forehead.

Go to Cindy’s office and talk to her.-

She gave me a gentle push on the back.

 7

  I staggered do the door of Cindy’s office in some kind of a daze, pushed it open without

even knocking, slumped in a chair and began to sob uncontrollably. Cindy jumped from

behind her desk, rushed to a fridge and poured me a glass of cold water. My teeth were

clattering on the edge of the glass.  After I gulped it she quickly snatched it from my hand

fearing that I might bite a chunk of glass.

- What’s the matter?! I’ve never seen you upset like that-.

I almost stuttered trying to tell her what happened in the morning and then at Dr. Knapp’s

office. She was listening carefully. When I finished she started to kiss me like never

before. She covered my face, my hands with kisses; each and every part of me that she

could get hold of. She laughed, then cried, then laughed again.

- Silly boy! Now I really believe you that you were a virgin before we met. How little do

you know about women! Any women who once experienced the love of a eunuch would

never trade it for anything else in the world. And you were afraid that I’d dump you if

you lost your balls? You’ll become the most precious human being to me! Silly little

boy!-

I could hardly believe my own ears.

- You mean you want me to go for it? And you won’t abandon me afterwards? –

- Of course I want it! There is no other gift like that that any man can give to his beloved.

Will you do it for me? I promise to be at your side when you go for it. –

I… I don’t know … It’s all so new to me. But what if we want to have kids? I

won’t be able to make you pregnant after that. –

Didn’t you ever hear about artificial insemination? After almost completing OB-

GYN residency? We’ll preserve your sperm frozen at the sperm bank and then we

can have as many babies as you want. –

Yeah, you’re right. I just didn’t think of that.  But still, I’ll become impotent most

likely. Have you thought of that?-

No, you won’t. You still will have you gentle hands and your very skillful tongue

and lips. I wondered where you learned those skills. Besides, on the weekends and

on vacation time I’ll give you some Androderm patches and with them you’ll

perform like any man. It’s only on your work days that we’ll need to keep your

testosterone level down. By the way, did it ever occur to you why Julio and Bob

were able to stay cool when all those sexy ladies were driving you nuts? –

No, it didn’t. I was simply amazed by their miraculous composure.-

Because they are eunuchs, silly. Only they were not as honest and brave as you,

my dear sweet Renee. That is why I love you so much. I really admire you. You

were able to face bravely what most men try to conceal at any cost.  As for Julio

and Bob, they tried to hide it as long as they could, which wasn’t very long. Their

patients soon noticed that they used them for sexual gratification, and complained

to Catherine, naturally. Their whole careers were on the hook. Can you imagine

being fired for sexual harassment of the patients? It’s like a death spell for any

physician. Catherine talked to them and to their accusers and they agreed to drop

all the charges if Julio and Bob get castrated and they witnessed the whole

procedure. It was quite a spectacle to see all those ladies gathering in the OR and

cheering loudly the moment our two guys were relieved of their family jewels. –

Was it Catherine Knapp, who gelded them?-

No. They were allowed to choose their own Castratrices. Julio chose Helen and

Bob chose Maria. Have you noticed that they still look at their castratices with a

kind of reverence? That what most eunuchs feel towards the women who took

their jewels.  I guess Catherine already told you about her late husband Randy.

She castrated him herself. He really worshiped her. But that was long time before

I joined the practice. So, whom do you want to choose?

I wish you can do it.-

Sorry, but I can’t; it’s subordination. You are a doctor, I am just a nurse.  It has to

be your equal. But I promise to be with you through and through. And there won’t

be any witnesses. We don’t need them, not like Julio and Bob. It all will be very

private and discreet. Just you and me, and the Castratrix of your choosing. -

I guess, Dr. Knapp then. She is almost my late mother’s age. It would fit her well

to deliver me to new life. –

What a wonderful metaphor! I never thought of that but it is very true. Castration

will deliver you from the ills of male destiny and earn you a new life. Life

dedicated to women. You know, women don’t see eunuchs as opposite sex.

Instead they see them as complementary. All right, let’s go to Catherine now.

Cindy, why did you kiss me so passionately when I told you all about today’s

ordeal?-

Because I could see that you really love me, that you already deep inside agreed

to it. If you didn’t you would run away as far and as fast as you could right after

Catherine proposed to castrate you. Believe me, I’ve seen that before.

8  

So, I guess we have covered all bases – Dr. Knapp greeted us as Cindy pulled me

by the hand in her office. – No more tears and sobs as far as I can see. Would you

like to sign the contract now, dear Renee? I have added one more feature to it: a

signing bonus. Let it be one of your wedding gifts. That is if you two really want

to marry. –

We do – said Cindy, hugging me and giving me another passionate kiss. – Look,

its a hundred thousand bucks. Wow!

I took a pen and trying to stop my hands from shaking scribbled a signature on the copy

that was waiting on the table.

- All right then. With all the formalities over I want you to know one other thing. After

your wedding I let you go on a honeymoon trip to India. I really love this country and

want you to get some flavor of it. At the end you can spend a week on a tiny coral island

in Maldives archipelago. I bought that place some years ago. It has a small private resort

which you’ll have all to yourselves. No other people there. You’ll be like Adam and Eve

in the Garden of Eden before the fall. There will be all necessary provisions stocked for

you. Besides there will be fishing gear and a little boat; you’ll be able to enjoy all kinds

of seafood if you are not too lazy. I hope you won’t get bored with each other after a

week of seclusion. At the end of it a boat will pick you up and take you to Male airport.  

When you come back we’ll arrange your right of passage, Renee. I have some ideas

about it which I will share with Cindy when time comes. And now I’ll let Cindy to take

the rest of the day off to spend some time with you, Renee.  Good bye, guys. See you

soon.-

 Cindy gave her a kiss and we went out. Without saying another word Cindy led me to

her Porsche and drove me to her studio. When we came in she tore her clothes off and so

did I and we started to make love like to bunnies in the middle of March heat. A week of

abstinence brought both of us to the brink of sexual starvation. Besides, a prospect of my

impending castration drove us wild. Cindy was whispering in my ear: “My sweet little

eunuch, I love you so much! Take me: I will always be with you, my sweet dear eunuch!”

I don’t know how long that wild lovemaking lasted: we both have lost any sense of time;

but when I woke up from blissful oblivion it was dark. I looked at the watch: it was half

past midnight. Gosh, I must be at work in the morning: at that damned Lincoln hospital.

Quietly I got out of Cindy’s bed and tried to find my clothes. Cindy woke up as I was

rummaging the floor in vain search for my pants.

 - What time is it? –she asked with bewildered expression on her face.

- Half past midnight-.

-Goodness, and you have to be at Lincoln in less then seven hours! How are you going to

get there?-

-May be I can still catch the last train.-

- Forget it, it’s gone. I’ll drive you to your place. –

She jumped out of bed and dressed quickly. On our way to the Bronx I talked to her all

the way in order to keep her awake. She really looked exhausted. When we finally were

at my place I told her to go to bed immediately. I couldn’t let her drive back alone: I was

afraid she would fall asleep in the car and crash. She was so tired that she didn’t even

argue: just asked me to wake her up in the morning before I left so she could call in sick.

8

 I didn’t see Cindy for the rest of the week. She was gone by the time I got back home on

Monday evening. I called her to make sure she made it back to her home in New Canaan. 

We talked to each other on the phone every day. On Saturday I was planning to see her

again. She would meet me at the train station like last week. It was a beautiful sunny day

of the long Memorial Day weekend. We had three days to spend together. And in three

weeks my residency at Lincoln would be over. Cindy kissed me tenderly when I got off

the train and then we drove to Waveny Park.  We roamed the park for over four hours,

basked in the sun, kissing and petting each other all the time. However, I noticed that

Cindy was somewhat more reticent and somewhat absentminded that day. I was trying to

find a reason for that thinking that I might have said or done something wrong. Then

suddenly she told me:

Renee, sweetheart, I have some news for you. –

Good or bad, Cindy dear?-

I hope you find them good. I am pregnant, Renee. I think I conceived when we

had one of our wild nights on Captiva: may be even on the very first night. See,

we won’t even have to resort to artificial insemination, at least not any time soon.

That is, if you really want us to have a baby.

Of course I want it. Dear Cindy, what you just said is so wonderful. We’ll have a

baby! –

I was so excited that I took her in my arms and started spinning with joy covering her

with kisses from head to toe. Cindy hugged me and I saw tears in her eyes. She wiped

them away:

-Never mind, Renee. I am so happy that you took it the way you did. I think I’ve found

my Mr. Right after all.-

We both got hungry and Cindy took me to the restaurant in downtown. As the maitre

ushered us to our table we passed a couple that was sitting in the other corner of the

dining room. The face of the lady looked somewhat familiar to me. She seemed to be in

her mid-thirties. Then I recalled that she was one of the patients I saw on the hectic day

of my interview with Dr. Pierce. Her companion was a young man in his early twenties or

may be even in late teen years. He looked quite boyish and shy. He could have easily

passed for her son or nephew. As we passed them, the lady greeted Cindy and me with a

friendly smile and nod. The young man stared at Cindy with some kind of awe. Then he

blushed and looked at his vis-à-vis with an expression of guilt and bewilderment. The

lady chuckled, gave him a reassuring hug and kissed him on the cheek.   

-I’ll tell you about them later- Cindy whispered in my ear.

After we finished our lunch Cindy suggested that we walk around downtown. We loitered

in the streets for a while visited some boutiques and antic shops and then went to Cindy’s

flat.  

-Did you meet that lady before? – Cindy asked when we were in.

-I guess I saw her as I was shadowing Dr. Pierce on the day of my interview. Yes, I am

pretty sure it was her. I don’t remember her name though. She looks great: as far as I can

recall she must be in her late forties and she hardly looks thirty five. –

-This is Ms. L., one of the richest women in the town. You should see her estate, it’s a

real palace.-

-Who was that young man that sat with her? He looked at you as if you were his

Goddess-

 - Perhaps I am HIS Goddess – Cindy replied with that mischievous smile that literally

drove me mad. – Who do you think is he?-

- I first thought that he might be her son or nephew but now I don’t know what to think.-

-He is her eunuch. It is now becoming a glamorous trend in the town: and not only here

but in many other fabulously rich communities.  Rich ladies dump their husbands and

take young eunuchs instead as their domestic partners. I am pretty sure that most of the

patients that you saw that day either had their own eunuchs already or were considering

it. –

-Where do they find them?-

- Come on, it doesn’t take a lot of effort for a rich good looking lady to seduce a young

man of modest background. And after that it takes just a little cajoling and perhaps a little

bribing to make them surrender their family jewels.-

-So, who castrated him? Did she do it herself?-

- No, she invited me to do it. I was about a year ago. That’s why he looked at me with

such reverence. Any eunuch feels eternally bonded to a woman who took away his

manhood. You’ll probably feel the same about Catherine when your time comes. I

understand this and I promise not to be jealous about it.-

- Why she asked you to do it?-

- Because she liked me. It wasn’t my first one. After that unfortunate incident with Julio

and Bob the rumors have spread. Many ladies learned that this is something that they can

get at our clinic. We certainly didn’t advertise that kind of service. We don’t want to get

in trouble with police. But it is something that is done every now and then clandestinely

and discreetly. There is even a little ward on the first floor that is used only for that. It has

a fully equipped OR and a recovery room. You probably were not shown to that part of

the clinic since you won’t have to go there ever. All castrations are performed by women

only: Catherine, Helen, Maria and me. Sometimes we do it in the privacy of the home.

Many ladies who want their loved ones to become eunuchs prefer it this way. But the fee

for a house call is much steeper. Only the richest ladies can afford it. Not to say that it’s

cheap to do it at the clinic. –

- Do you think Catherine will do me at the clinic?-

-I don’t know for sure but I think she’d rather do it at her home. I think she really loves

you. She told me that you reminded her of her dear late husband Randy when he was

young. She wants to give you a special treat. –

This conversation really turned me on. I moved closer to Cindy and started caressing her

lovely face and body. She first responded in kind but then gently pushed me away.

I am sorry, sweetheart, - she said softly- but I am afraid it may do harm to the

baby in my womb. So I won’t let you inside me today. Don’t worry, I won’t leave

you frustrated.

She got up, slowly pulled her dress off and turned to me again.

Take your clothes of. What are you waiting for?-

I obeyed as fast as I could. She took my hand and pulled me to the shower. We caressed

each other under the warm streaming water for a while. Then Cindy got a safety razor

and started to shave my pubic hair and my armpits. In a few minutes I looked smooth as a

little boy.

- I want you to stay smooth from now on. No more body hair. Eunuchs must be always

nice and smooth.-

She dried me with a towel and applied a fragrant aftershave gel to my newly smooth

groin and scrotum. Playing with my scrotum gave her an obvious pleasure. She wouldn’t

let go of it; kneading it gently, rolling my balls between her fingers. Finally she pulled me

to the bed and assumed 69. As I eagerly started eating her beautiful pussy she took my

member in her mouth while still playing with my balls. She gave me an incredible blow

job and soon I was shooting a huge load of semen in her mouth. She ravenously

swallowed every drop of it and climaxed almost immediately. We rested for a while and

then she went down on me again: this time taking my scrotum in her mouth. My member

got stiff again and I started licking her inner labia and clitoris once more. This time it

took both of us somewhat longer to climax but the sensation was even more intense than

the first time.

See, Renee, I told you, you wouldn’t be frustrated. –

I still miss your vagina a bit. Although your pussy is as delicious as ever. It gives

me the greatest pleasure to relish it.-

This is my favorite part of lovemaking too: and you know it. But don’t you worry,

I will let you inside when the first trimester is over. -

The rest of the long weekend we spent walking and driving around. Cindy showed be the

neighboring towns: we went to Greenwich, Stamford, Darien, Norwalk, Westport. The

nights were full of passionate lovemaking. Then we parted for four days to meet again

next weekend.

  When I came to New Canaan next Friday night Cindy took me to the clinic instead of

her flat. When I asked her why, she said that she would tell me later. It was late and the

clinic was closed. Cindy opened the side door with her own key and led me to one of the

exam rooms. She left me there and came back few minutes later carrying a big kit. She

opened it and I saw a battery of plastic test tubes with preservative inside and a big

container.

This is a sperm collecting kit. You have only few more weeks to produce sperm.

We need to save it. I felt a little bit guilty after last weekend when I swallowed if

all for my own pleasure. I must admit it was really delicious. I craved it for all

these days that you were gone. –

She told be to get on the exam bed, take my clothes of and relax. I insisted on going to

the bathroom first and there I washed and cleaned my genitals as best as I could.

Good boy – Cindy said approvingly noticing that I didn’t let my pubic hair to

grow back.

She undressed and got on the bed. This time she didn’t go in 69. She played with my

balls for a while and then started to milk my member with her little hand. After four days

of abstinence it didn’t take me long to shoot my load. Cindy had test tubes next to her and

caught my entire load. She then closed the tubes carefully and dropped them in a Dewar

container filled with liquid nitrogen. After that she licked my member with delight and

straddled my face. I started eating her pussy and soon brought her to climax.

We’ll repeat it next weekend – Cindy said when we rested and got dressed. – I

will take your juice to the sperm bank. It has to be tested for sperm count and

motility-.

How do you feel, sweetheart? I really worry for you. May be, we need to

postpone our honeymoon trip. I am afraid that you may get sick.-

Nonsense. I feel great. No morning sickness at all. I just got an incredible craving

for two things: seafood and your semen. I look forward to relish on them for the

time being. –

And so it was. All weekend we were going around the area, exploring one seafood

restaurant after another and at night Cindy would indulge in giving me incredible blow

jobs and gulping my semen with abandon. I did my best to reciprocate in giving her oral

sex the best I could.

 Next weekend went pretty much the same way. Cindy collected my semen again telling

me that my sperm count was great: almost three hundred million per cc; enough to

impregnate all women of fertile age on the planet.

 In another week my residency was over. We went to local judge and had a private civil

wedding ceremony. It was a mere formality for both of us: we already felt as one flesh.

Neither I nor Cindy cared for any religious rite: we were not the regulars at any church.

9.

After I was done with my residency Cindy wanted me to move to her place which I did. I

a few days Catherine visited us, congratulated me on my graduation and our wedding and

handed us the tickets and the itinerary for our trip to India and Maldives.

  It was a great trip. Me traveled all over the country, saw magnificent temple caves of

Ajanta and the ancient temple of Goddess Kali in Khajurajo with it exquisitely erotic

sculptures, saw Agra with its famous Taj Mahal mausoleum, the Golden Sikh Temple of

Amritsar and much, much more.  Once we traveled through a small village near Bombay

and ran into a wedding ceremony. A group of hijras dressed in bright saris was

entertaining the newlyweds with their singing and dancing. Most of them were quite old

but there were a few young ones and one of them was positively beautiful. She could

easily pass for a real girl: she even had tiny breasts like any girl in early stages of

puberty. Her dancing was very gracious. It had read quite a bit about that strange sect and

it gave me a shudder when I imagined that this beautiful creature was most likely

subjected to the crudest and most painful ordeal of emasculation without any painkillers

or other amenities of modern medicine.

You will be like her soon – Cindy whispered teasingly in my ear.

The thought of it gave me such a turn on that as soon as we got back to our hotel I got on

my knees and putting my face between Cindy’s legs started licking her pussy as a hungry

puppy. She chuckled softly and pulled me to bed. We tore our clothes of, and Cindy went

down on me ravenously sucking my member. Her yearning for my semen was unabated.  

   We then flew to Madras and after exploring it for a few days flew to Male.

At the airport a dark skinned Sinhalese guy was waiting for us holding a placard with our

names. He drove us to the pier and helped us to the speedboat that would take us to

Catherine’s private resort. It took us about an hour to get to that tiny atoll. Once we

reached it our guide led us to the white stucco house with a red shingled roof. It was

spacious and cool. He showed us the storages where provisions were kept and soon left

wishing us a nice time. As soon as he was gone we took all our clothes of and ran to the

ocean. We stayed completely naked for the whole week. Nude public beaches are banned

in Maldives: it’s a Muslim country; but on that uninhabited island nobody could see us.

We truly felt like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I also noticed that Cindy’s

smooth belly started to show slight roundness above the mons. It touched me deeply

when I thought of our baby growing bigger inside her womb. Remembering about

Cindy’s craving for seafood I went fishing every morning while she was still sleeping

like a baby. There were all kinds of fishing gear at the house: poles, nets. There also was

a canoe. We gorged on al kinds of seafood all that week: fish, prawns, crabs, clams,

mussels and oysters. Cindy was happy as a child. At nights we would give each other the

wildest oral sex. Time flew so fast that we were almost caught off guard by our guide a

week later. The noise of a speedboat woke us up from that week-long bliss, so we hardly

got enough time to cover ourselves before the guide could see us naked.  He took us back

to the airport where we were to board the plane back to New York.

10.

And then the day has come when Catherine summoned me to her office and asked me if I

was ready to part with my manhood. I just nodded. She gave me a hug and told me that

she wanted to make it special. She arranged it to be done at her house with only Cindy

and herself being present.

I want it to make it into the most important day of you life; I want you to

remember it for as long as you live. Don’t worry, it won’t be painful. No, I want it

to be your most memorable erotic experience. – She smiled and added: - Dear

Renee, I hope you understand that for a woman who performs such a procedure it

is also a very intense erotic experience. I may ask you for some sort of sexual

gratification in the end. I hope it doesn’t embarrass you. After all, I am still a

woman, although much older than you. –

That evening Cindy took me to Catherine’s house. Lakshmi greeted us at the porch and

led us in. She then retired to her room. Catherine came in dressed in just a bathrobe and

led us to the master bedroom. There was a big bathroom next to it with a whirlpool big

enough to accommodate three or four people. Catherine invited us to take our clothes of,

took of her bathrobe revealing her exquisitely shapely body of mature women in her

prime and led us to the hot bathtub that was already full.

- We need to make your jewels hang low. There is nothing better for it than a hot tub -

Catherine said – Please, get in.

 I obeyed. Cindy joined me in the tub and so did Catherine. I noticed that her dark pubic

hair was neatly trimmed leaving only a little triangle on the mons. Her skin was unusually

light for a brunette. Her large breasts had pink rather than brown nipples and were still

quite firm and shapely with no sign of sagging.

  They caressed and massaged me. Then we got out of the tub and both women dried me

with the towels: then dried themselves. After that we went back to the bedroom.

Catherine told me to get on the bed with my buttocks at the edge and tied my legs to the

legs of the bed with the straps.

It’s for your own safety.-

Cindy asked me if I want her to give me the last orgasm but I was so much taken by the

intensity of the moment that I couldn’t answer. Without further asking she got on the bed

and gave me my last blowjob as a man. After she finished she wiped my groin and

dabbed it with Iodine. Catherine took a syringe with anesthetic and carefully injected it

around my scrotum. It stung for a few seconds and then the numbness started to set in.

Catherine told Cindy to get out of her way and Cindy got to my head and straddled it

facing Catherine. She was holding my penis out of harm’s way. My hands were free and I

was stroking and caressing her lovely body while licking her sweet pussy. Catherine

started to work on my scrotum. I couldn’t see or feel anything, just heard the clinking of

the tools. I don’t know how much time passed but I know that Cindy has climaxed more

than once although she tried to muffle her moans and groans of pleasure fearing that it

might distract Catherine. 

Finally Catherine stood up and said:

Welcome to the world of ladies, dear Renee. You are no longer a man.-

She showed Cindy my severed testicles in a bowl and then pleaded in a husky voice:

Cindy, sweetheart, can I ride his face while you dress his wound? I am dripping

wet. –

Cindy just nodded and gave her a passionate hug and kiss. She then took Catherine’s

place between my legs and started to dress my groin. Catherine straddled my face as

Cindy did just moments before; her gorgeous vulva with widely parted inner labia was

dripping; I started lapping at it with my tongue and in a minute or so she came to an

explosive climax almost drowning me in her fragrant female juice. I wouldn’t stop and

she climaxed again and again until, exhausted she got off my face and fell on the bed

stretching next to me. Cindy untied my legs and climbed on the bed too, and cuddled next

to me on the other side. I was sandwiched between two immensely beautiful women and

only then the realization of my departure dawned on me: I was no longer a man. The

intensity of the feeling was so great that my eyes filled with tears and I burst in loud sobs.

I buried my face in Catherine’s gorgeous bosom and cried like a baby.

It’s all right, sweetie, it’s all for the best – Catherine was trying to console me

stroking my hair as Cindy was caressing my butt and back. –Don’t be ashamed of

your tears, sweetheart, it’s all right to cry. It’s all for the best, trust me. Mommy

will take a good care of you.-

At that moment I really felt that she was my mother. Mother Goddess.

11

I cried myself to sleep that night and slept like a baby. When I woke up in the morning I

had a feeling of deep catharsis. For a few minutes before I fully woke up it seemed like

my body became almost weightless. Cindy and Catherine were still cuddled next to me.

As I stirred they woke up too.

- How is my little sweet eunuch doing? – Cindy cooed in my ear.

The reminder of the last night events made my eyes moisten again. Catherine noticed that

and quietly drew my head to her gorgeous breasts. She was stroking my face and hair as I

sucked on her nipples like a baby: it consoled me a great deal. They helped me up and led

me to the bathroom. It felt a little sore between my legs and the dressing was quite bulky

so I walked with some difficulty. After I relieved myself Catherine checked the dressing

to make sure there was no bleeding and all the stitches that she put were in place. She

then changed the dressing and applied some soothing ointment to the little wound on my

now empty scrotum.

  Later that day Cindy took me back to her studio. Catherine had tears in her eyes when

we parted. She gave us both passionate hugs and kisses.

Please, please, Cindy, take good care of Renee. Stay at his side. Don’t go back to

work until he is fully healed and ready to work himself. He is precious – she said

fighting back tears as we left.

Cindy gave her the most grateful hug and promised her just that. Needless to say, she was

true to her promise. She really read my every wish.

    In a week my incision has healed completely. I didn’t have any soreness anymore

down there. Cindy removed my dressing and gently caressed a fine pink scar on my

scrotum. She said that it looks neat and that Catherine did a very fine job.

So we went back to work. On my first day everyone greeted me warmly and welcomed

me on board. There were balloons and a huge cake in the lounge in my honor. I was still

a little nervous before I saw my first patient that day. To my great relief it all went very

well: I didn’t have a slightest hint of sexual arousal at the site of neatly groomed vulva of

nice and healthy young woman who came for a regular prenatal check-up. I did a pelvic

exam and still stayed cool and content. She was very pleased with my gentle and

thorough examination and my attentiveness to her questions. The rest of the day went just

as well. I was quite surprised to feel myself so serene and unperturbed by carnal thoughts.

In the evening I told Cindy about my first day at work. She kissed me tenderly and said

that she loved me. When we went to bed I still didn’t have any visible signs of arousal

although I wanted to please Cindy more than ever. I caressed her longer than I used to

and went down to give her oral sex but my penis hardly stirred. I was much more patient

and Cindy appreciated that. After she climaxed two or three times she took my soft

member in her mouth and gently sucked it. After some oral stimulation it did wake up at

last. When I came Cindy swallowed my load as usual but then said that it tasted

differently; it was sweet, not as tangy as it was before. We then cuddled and I caressed

her pregnant cute belly. Nothing gave me more joy than feeling that smooth belly that

was getting more and more round day by day.

  Cindy started to give me small doses of Testosterone, just enough to prevent hot flashes

and osteoporosis but not enough to make me horny again. In three weeks Catherine called

me to check my testosterone level. It came back equal to one of a healthy pre-menopausal

woman. She asked me how I felt and I really had nothing to complain about. Catherine

also complimented me on my work performance:

I am really pleased with you, Renee. You patients gave me a very positive feed-

back. They are very impressed by your professionalism and kindness. Keep it like

that, please.-

Cindy’s pregnancy also proceeded without any problems. We started to think about

buying a house: it was not right for two young professionals to share a studio, especially

so with Cindy expecting a baby. Catherine once called us at home on the weekend and

said that her neighbor is moving to West coast and put her house for sale. She wondered

if we cared to consider it. We drove there and really fell in love with that house at the

first glance. It did need some remodeling and renovation but it didn’t stop us from

making an offer. After a little bargaining we agreed on the price. We used my lavish

signing bonus for a down-payment. In a month we moved in. It gave Catherine a great

pleasure to have us next door to her own place. She helped us a great deal with furnishing

and decorating our new family nest.

   Meanwhile Cindy’s pregnancy was well in its second trimester and her sexual appetite

came back. She still enjoyed oral sex that I was giving her almost daily and admired my

ever increasing patience in meeting her needs but she wanted now to feel my member

back in her vagina. On the long Labor Day weekend she gave me a big dose of

Testosterone. It made as horny as I was in the first weeks of our love. My penis sprang

back to life and Cindy rode it and took it doggy style and wouldn’t let it go for the whole

night as on out first night on Captiva. I felt once again the almost forgotten unbelievable

warmth of her tight vagina milking my member. It took me a lot longer to shoot my load

though than it was before, when I was still a whole man. Cindy also enjoyed playng with

my now empty scrotum, kissing it sucking on it and gently biting it. It drove me wild

when she did that.

However when the weekend was over I still felt some aftereffects of that orgy.

Testosterone was still not gone to its usual level and it took me some strain of will power

to stay cool and content when I was seeing patient again. I told Cindy about it and she got

quite upset. She promised me she’ll be more cautious with the drug on the weekends and

save the high doses only for our vacation time.

I really don’t want to ruin your career, my love, for the sake of my little horny

selfish ego – she said looking quite ashamed.

In the fall we took a week off and drove to Vermont where we rented a small lodge in

Green Mountains. The trees were golden and crimson, the weather was sunny and calm.

We enjoyed the crisp cool air that gently blew in our faces hot from the passionate

lovemaking every night. This time Cindy wasn’t terribly cautious with the dosage of

Testosterone. Our love making was as passionate as on Captiva. But the greatest pleasure

was to caress Cindy’s smooth and tight belly that was now really showing. I could caress

it for hours on end. The baby has started to move in it already. The thought that that will

be my one and only naturally conceived child was magic and somewhat wistful.

  As I was watching the progress of Cindy’s pregnancy in awe and fascination I almost

didn’t pay attention to the changes that were happening to my own body and mind. And

those changes were considerable. Fortunately Cindy was watching me as best as she

could and helped me to stay in shape. Knowing that after castration I was at risk of

getting obese she watched my diet keeping me away from fats and candies and

encouraged me to exercise as much as possible. She checked my weight daily. I diligently

followed her guidance and jogged no less than five miles a day, went to gym and

swimming pool daily and ate healthy food. I didn’t put up any extra weight but still my

body was changing. My nipples became a lot more sensitive and began to bud. Last time

it happened when I was thirteen or fourteen years old and going through puberty. My

penis also became more sensitive. I wasn’t hirsute to begin with and only had to shave

every other day but now my facial hair almost stop growing. I hardly needed a shave in

two weeks. The pubic hair also stopped growing all the way up to the bellybutton and

now assumed female line. Cindy kept it cleanly shaved at all times as well as my armpits.

The hair on my scalp however, became very thick and got a healthy luster. Cindy made

me grow it long and loved to comb me and play with my locks. She used to say that many

women would envy me just looking at my gorgeous mane. Also, despite of the fact that I

watched my weight religiously my thighs and buttocks began to round resembling a cute

butt of a young shapely girl. Once we were taking a shower together and Cindy

commented with a chuckle that I can easily pass for a girl from behind. For some reason

her comment turned me on so much that I immediately went down on her and started

lapping at her pussy until she climaxed.

  My sexuality also changed a great deal. Foreplay became much longer and much more

fulfilling. It took Cindy a lot longer to arouse me and bring me to climax but when she

did it lasted a lot longer. It was no longer a warm and exiting feeling in my loins: no, now

it really engulfed my entire body. Cindy stared at me in amazement as I was writhing and

moaning with pleasure after ejaculating just a few drops of thick clear fluid that she

licked away at once.

It looks like you come as a woman – she told me afterwards.

But the most significant changes were happening in my mind. I no longer thought like a

man. I was more emotional, could cry and laugh a lot easier than before. I could talk

women’s talk for hours: discussing fashions, make-up and stuff, noticing minute details

in other women’s manners and dresses – the things that men usually don’t notice ever. I

began to adore flowers. My sense of smell became a lot keener and so was my perception

of colors.

  I didn’t tell Cindy about all that but she noticed herself.

- I feel as if you are turning into a woman, Renee. I knew that every man responds

differently to castration, but it is still somewhat amazing to see you change so much.

It sometimes makes me confused because I feel like a lesbian and I know I am not the

one. It still gives me immense pleasure to feel your member inside my vagina. I guess

you are androgynous now. The way you make love is half-manly and half -womanly. 

Even when I give you Testosterone it doesn’t seem to bring you all the way back to

manhood. You still come like a woman.-

I guess you’re right. There must be something in my body that converts this

Testosterone into estrogens. I’ve read in medical literature about that. It is rare but

it happens.-

When the next check of my testosterone level came I asked Catherine to check my

estrogens level as well. She was a little bit surprised by that but she did it. My

testosterone level stayed pretty much the same; the one of a normal pre-menopausal

woman. And no signs of osteoporosis on the bone scan. My estrogen level, she told be

with some bewilderment, was that of a girl in early puberty.      

  Cindy learned about that too and tried to reassure me that she loves me no matter what.

In fact, she said that she now feels even closer to me.

12.

And then the time for a baby came. It was in the wee hours of nasty February morning

when Cindy woke me up and told me that she was having contractions. I jumped out of

bed, dressed as quickly as I could and helped her to dress herself. She winced once or

twice when another contraction came. I picked up the phone and called Catherine. She

asked us beforehand to let her know since she was taking care of Cindy’s prenatal. She

answered right away and asked me to give her five minutes. As I helped Cindy to the car

and pulled out I saw Catherine’s car driving towards us. We made it to the clinic together.

I opened the front door and got a wheelchair. Cindy wanted to walk by we wouldn’t let

her. We got up to the delivery room the nurses were there already waiting for us.

Catherine put on a surgical gown and sterile gloves and examined Cindy’s cervix.

You are six centimeters dilated already. You are making a really nice progress,

Cindy-girl – she told us.   

Cindy’s contractions became more and more frequent. Then suddenly she broke waters.

They were nice and clear. The monitor that was connected to her belly was showing no

signs of fetal distress. Catherine examined Cindy’s cervix again and told us that she was

fully dilated: the baby would be coming shortly.

I feel like I want to poop- Cindy suddenly told us.

That’s the baby coming. Push, Cindy-sweetheart. Push hard! That’s a girl! Really

strong one.-

I was holding Cindy’s hand. She clasped it tight. Her endurance was amazing. She

pushed as she was told, perspiration was showing up on her tensely frowned face, but she

didn’t yell or moan; all concentrated on the task of pushing this baby out.

 I looked down and saw the vortex of the baby’s head showing up between those lovely

plump labia that were now stretched far apart. A few more pushes and the baby was out.

 - It’s a girl! - Catherine yelled triumphantly. She then let me cut the clamped umbilical

cord. I took this wet pink little body that was screaming at the top of her little healthy

lungs, dried her with a towel that the nurse handed to me and gave her to Cindy.

- She is beautiful, beautiful. Thank you Renee, you were great - Cindy whispered in my

ear. - Although you look more like my girlfriend than the baby’s dad – she added

teasingly. Catherine laughed at that heartily. I didn’t mind.

  The girl weighed seven and a half pounds and was perfect in every way. To me she

looked like little Cindy.

What do you want to call her? – I asked Cindy.

Beatrix. Do you like that name?-

I do. It sounds wonderful. –

Cindy recovered with an absolutely amazing speed. Next day she wanted to go home.

Catherine didn’t mind.

13

After the birth of our little Beatrix Catherine insisted on Cindy’s taking maternity leave

for no less than two months. She encouraged Cindy to breastfeed our precious girl for as

long as possible which Cindy agreed without any argument. Her beautiful breasts were

working at full capacity. It gave me an unbelievable pleasure to watch her suckling the

baby. She later confessed to me that nursing gave her a great pleasure too. In fact, she

added with some embarrassment, she felt almost an orgasm-like sensation when the baby

was sucking at her nipples. After two months of maternity leave Cindy went back to work

but I insisted that she only took part time and continued to nurse. Catherine supported me

in that decision. After all I was earning more than enough and my promotion was coming

soon. My visible feminization didn’t go unnoticed by my patients, and to my surprise was

viewed by them with a lot of approval. They trusted me even more than before. So, the

practice was growing well, Catherine being very pleased with my work. As for my sexual

life, Cindy’s drive remained low as long as nursed. She was quite content with just

cuddling and some oral sex. She didn’t give me any more extra Testosterone, just the

usual minimal dose to keep me healthy. Honestly, I didn’t miss it at all. I enjoyed the

serenity and peace of mind. The only thing that could still stir me was our visits to

Catherine’s house. We were neighbors now and visited each other every now and then.

Cindy once suggested that we reenact the memorable night of my castration and both

Catherine and I found it really thrilling. And it really turned out to be so. There was no

Testosterone involved: just the orgy of oral sex, me giving it first to Cindy and Catherine

and them giving me blow jobs afterwards. I must admit that it was an esoteric awesome

experience for me to worship Catherine’s body – the body of Mother Goddess.

  Then Cindy weaned Beatrix and her sex drive started to come back. She gave me

another high dose of Testosterone but its effect was almost disappointing. I did get horny

all right, but after running on low testosterone level for such a long time, over a year

indeed, my penis has shrunk considerably and even the high level of hormone could not

bring it back to its original size. Besides Cindy’s vagina was not as tight as it used to be

before Beatrix was born. I still gave Cindy oral sex that she enjoyed a great deal but when

it came fill her vagina I felt inadequate for the first time in our life. I stimulated her G-

spot manually which was quite satisfying for her but I felt a bit frustrated.

  It was at that time that we finally decided to do some remodeling in our house. Beatrix

was growing quickly and needed more space for herself.

 We found a contractor who agreed to do the work that we wanted. Soon three guys

arrived at our home and began to work. One of them was a stunningly beautiful Hispanic

named Pablo. He was probably in his early twenties, very muscular and slim at the same

time. His body looked like the one of the male model or the ancient statue of a disc

thrower. I soon noticed that Cindy was ogling at him almost constantly.

You like him, don’t you? - I asked her teasingly. She blushed.

Renee, sweetheart, I love you dearly and I will never ever trade you for any man.

No matter what, I always will be with you. But I can’t help it: this guy really

drives me nuts. I don’t know if it’s his looks or his smell or something else.  I am

really, really sorry.-

You don’t have to be, Cindy-girl. It’s Mother Nature, as Catherine used to say.

Resistance is futile. Go for it, girl. I am not a man anymore: I am your loyal and

loving eunuch, after all. And you are a woman in your prime. If you really like

him and if he doesn’t mind we can hire him as a housekeeper and a handyman. It

looks like he is very skillful in all kinds of housework.  And, if you don’t mind of

course, we can make it into a wonderful threesome. I must tell you that my

feminine side shows more and more, and I like it. I now feel as if Catherine’s

scalpel has liberated a woman in me. –

Cindy looked at me with astonishment, then took my face in her hands and started

covering it with kisses.

Come on girl, I am just your eunuch. I’ll do my best to help you to seduce this

young stud.-

Needless to say, it didn’t take much effort on her part. On the last day of the house work

Cindy invited Pablo to a local bar. He eagerly accepted her invitation. I helped her to

choose the most provocative attire and stayed home patiently waiting for them. When

they returned we took Pablo to the whirlpool and took our clothes of. He didn’t know

about my condition and when he saw an androgynous creature with feminine butt and no

balls it really drove him nuts. He was staring wildly at me and at Cindy as we helped him

to get naked. He had a gorgeous dick no less than twelve inches long and over two and a

half inches thick. He watched in awe as I knelt and gave Cindy oral sex bringing her to

her first orgasm that night. She then pushed Pablo on his back, mounted his huge member

and rode it wildly. Pablo showed himself to be a real man. He held back his inevitable

climax as long as humanly possible. Cindy finally dismounted and turned her shapely

rear towards him inviting Pablo to take her doggy style which he did without further

invitation. Cindy screamed like a wild cat in heat as Pablo was humping her wildly. I

looked at them with some awe, then got behind Pablo, took his huge heavy scrotum in my

hand and gently massaged his balls. That was more than Pablo could endure: in few

seconds he shot a huge load into Cindy’s dripping vagina. There was so much semen that

it streamed down her thighs. After that they both went into blissful oblivion. I knelt over

Cindy’s prostrate body and hungrily licked Pablo’s juice from her creamy inner thighs.    

14.

We hired Pablo as I suggested and he moved to our house. Cindy was as happy as in our

honeymoon. As for me, there was nothing that gave me more pleasure than seeing her so

happy.  And then another thought dawned on me. Cindy will soon conceive and will

carry Pablo’s baby. And most likely she won’t be able to give him as much sex as now.

Poor Pablo will be starved and will try to stray away. Why don’t I complete my

transformation and take care of Pablo then? I shared those thoughts with Cindy and she

was truly fascinated.

Do you really want it, Renee? – Cindy inquired incredulously – or do you want to

do that just to please me and Pablo?-

I really want it. I feel more and more like a woman and I really want become

one.-

Cindy talked to Catherine about it and Catherine said that she long expected it. Ever since

she noticed that castration had feminized me more than most other eunuchs she knew in

her life, she thought that my final transformation would come sooner or later.

  So I started taking estrogens and imitate the manners of other women. My breasts grew

very quickly and soon were almost the same size as Cindy’s. Pablo watched it in awe: it

was like magic for him; a man turning into a woman right before his eyes. I started

dressing like a woman and soon was taken for a real woman by a police officer. He

couldn’t believe that I used to be a man looking at the picture on my driver’s license.

In the mean time Catherine found a surgeon in California who was the best specialist in

SRS. I traveled to San Francisco with Cindy who was at my side all along. The recovery

was much longer and a lot more painful than after castration two and a half years ago but

in the end I was very pleased with the results: Dr. F. not only created a beautiful vulva

and a good size vagina out of my shriveled penis and scrotum: he also managed to create

a nice little and very sensitive clitoris and even a semblance of cervix deep inside out of

the glans. After I healed completely we flew back to New York.

 In the airplane Cindy hugged me and then said: - Renee, I am pregnant again. I want to

keep Pablo’s baby. And his huge member can hurt it. Do you want to take my place in

Pablo’s life until it’s over?-

  I winked at her playfully and then we merged into a most passionate kiss. We were truly

one flesh now.