What a child doesn’t know.

A story of a prepubecsant child who never nows what it is like to 
be a man

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What a child doesn’t know.

	I was born into a house of girls.  I had three older 
sisters, the eldest were twins and the third was born a year apart, 
my mother, and me.  My father had died in Vietnam a few months 
after I was born.  Growing up, I had a normal life.  We lived on a 
farm in upstate New York.  There weren’t many children around 
growing up besides my sisters.  We were very close.  We would bathe 
together as siblings would.  We had are little rivalries from time 
to time, but being the youngest, I was treated like one of the 
girls.  We played dress-up and the like.
	When I was five, I realized I was different from my 
sisters.  The twins, Karen and Paula, told me that I was.  My 
youngest sister, Megan didn’t care.  We were only a year apart and 
we were the closest.  The twins were in grade school then and soon 
began to ignore Megan and me.  They teased us both.  Calling me a 
freak because I had that thing between my legs.  I didn’t know I 
was normal.  I had never seen a man to know.  I thought what they 
were saying was true.  We had no animals on our farm so I couldn’t 
even compare in that fashion.
	One afternoon after a morning of torment from Karen and 
Paula, Megan and I went to play in nearby woods.  We went deep into 
the trees to a secluded clearing where we often hid from the 
torment of our older sisters.  We played.  We talked.  It was nice 
being treated like I was normal again.  Megan was like that.  She 
never teased me.
	After a couple of hours, we went deeper into the wood.  We 
found an old lean-to where an old vagrant once lived a few summers 
earlier.  We sat under the almost rotten pile of logs.  We thought 
is was fun.  It was like camping.
	Under a pile of dried leaves, Megan found a metal box.  
With a large rock, I smashed it open.  Inside we found an old 
medical book and an old fashioned straight razor.  The book had 
drawings of tourniquets and pictures of amputations.  Megan looked 
at me then down do between my legs and said, “Hey, maybe we can do 
this for you.”
	Happy to be normal at last, I jumped at the idea.  Megan 
took a small black band the held her braided hair together and held 
it between her fingers.  I look down at her hand and agreed with 
her idea.  I took off my pants and lied down on the ground.  Megan 
took the band and wrapped it many times around my juvenile cock and 
balls.  Almost instantly they began to numb.  I it was like when I 
slept on my hand all night and I couldn’t feel it in the morning.
	“Is it asleep yet?” Megan poked me with her finger.
	“Not yet,” I replied.
	“Soon you’ gonna look like me,” Megan said as she picked up 
her dress and pulled down her tights and panties.
	I remember how I couldn’t stand it.  I continued to poke 
myself waiting impatiently to feel nothing.  After a couple hours I 
guess, I was completely numb and my thing turned purple.  Megan 
opened the straight razor.  The blade looked like new as the sun 
reflected off it.  “Close your eyes,” she said as she prepared to 
cut.  I closed by eyes tightly.  Megan made the cut.
	I felt only a faint touch of the blade as my sister removed 
my undeveloped manhood.  I opened my eyes and looked down between 
my legs.  The band was still on and I was bleeding a little.  Megan 
picked up my Penus by the tip with her two fingers.  “ew…It’s so 
icky…” she tossed it over her shoulder.
	“I’m bleeding,” I said.
	“We need bandages,” Megan said looking around.
	She looked around for a minute.  She scratched an itch on 
her behind a stopped for a second.  She took off her tights and 
tied them around my crotch.  Feeling better, I got up off the 
ground and brushed myself off.
	We walked back to the house.  I was starting to feel a 
little dizzy.  Megan helped my a little as we reached the back 
porch of our house.  My mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner.  
Megan and I were so proud.  We marched right into the kitchen.  “We 
fixed up Brian,” Megan announced with pride.
	My mother turned to see the blood-soaked crotch of my 
jeans.  “What did you do!” she cried out as she pulled down my 
pants.
	“I’m not a freak any more,” I said proudly.
	“Oh my god…” she said as she pulled away the makeshift 
bandage, “Who told you you were a freak?”
	“Karen and Paula,” I said.
	“Karen!!! Paula!!!” my mother cried out as she searched the 
kitchen frantically for her car keys.
	“Yes mother?” Karen and Paula said, together as the usually 
do, at the door to the kitchen.
	“You too are dead,” my mother, threatened, “We’re going tot 
the hospital.  You stay in you room until I get back.”
	Karen and Paula were confused.
	“Megan…You come with me,” My mother said as she took my 
hand and tugged me out of the house.

	I spent a week in the hospital.  The doctors sewed me up 
and gave me a little pee hole.  Lots of doctors came to see me.  
Some to look at my crotch, others came to talk to be and find out 
why I let my sister do this.  Megan visited me every day.  She was 
so ashamed of what we had done.  I forgave her.  Even then, I knew 
it was my fault.  Because of my sisters, I am now truly different.
	I didn’t care much living without a cock or balls.  I 
really didn’t miss them until I reached high school.  It was in the 
boys locker room that I first started missing them.  I say the 
other boys and their cocks, I was to embarrassed to change of 
shower in front of them.
	That day, I left school swearing never to return.  The next 
semester, with the help of all of my sisters, I returned to 
school.  This time I was a girl.  Dozens of hormone up helped my 
body to grow pubic hair to hide my scar.  I looked like my sisters 
between my legs and I decided that’s how I was going to live.
	Living as a girl in high school worked for me.  I even 
dated a few boys.  They thought I was a prude, but I had to keep my 
secret.  All this time, Megan and I grew closer and closer.  Even 
though I forgave all those years ago, she still felt guilty.  I 
studied hard and graduated a year early with Megan.
	That was long ago.  I’m twenty-five now and I live with 
Megan on the family farm.  We have gotten so close; we can’t stand 
to be separated.  We share each other’s cloths and share the same 
bed.  Megan never had a boyfriend.  She always avoided the boys in 
school.  She always stayed at my side.
	As I look back at my life, I regret nothing.  I don’t miss 
my cock and balls anymore.  I still date men from time to time.  I 
please them orally and they please me anally.  I never let them 
know my secret.  Only Megan and my sisters know now.
	I write these words in the hope that parents impart the 
importance of their children’s genitals.  Let you children know how 
special they are and that they are not freaks.  Tell them of my 
story.  Don’t let it be repeated.