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	When my sister Bobbie found me in her room wearing her 
clothing and wig, it was bad
enough but I had to have the front of the dress pulled up and panty 
hose pulled down to middle
thigh and flogging my meat with her silk panies as though I hated 
my penis. Her gasp at the door
way brought me back to the present and instant shame.  I pulled the 
wig from my head and
covered my face but she just giggled and gabbed her camera from the 
dresser and started taking
pictures before it dawned on me that I was still holding her dress 
up over my penis and
stammering excuses.  She didn’t wait for excuses but told me to get 
dressed and come down to
the living room and left with the camera.

	After I came to my senses and put on my genes and tea shirt 
and slowly went to the living
room planning on apologizing and promising never to enter or use 
anything that belonged to her. 
But it didn’t go exactly as I thought it would.  After hiding the 
camera Bobbie had thought how
best to use this new development so she was ready when I came in 
and started to excuse my
actions but she had always hated being a girl in the 1950’s and 
doing house work or even for that
matter wearing anything feminine,  she would rather wear genes and 
boots and work cattle all
day,   being restricted to the ranch house while mother was  
home,   I did the things she would
have loved to do made for a jealousy that I couldn’t understand 
most of the time because I’d have
traded with her.

	Bobbie told me that sense our parents wouldn’t be back from 
France for two months and I
thought that being a girl would be fun it was time for me to find 
out there is more to being a
woman that looking at oneself in a mirror.  She said that our sizes 
were about the same so we are
going to trade bed rooms and chores.  When I started to argue she 
slapped me on both cheeks and
told me if I didn’t agree the pictures would not only be found by 
our parents some of the pictures
would be found at school after it started this fall.  Now she said 
you can call me Bobby and you
can use Cathy,  Now go and change Cathy into your girl clothing and 
don’t forget to wear the
panty girdle I don’t want any bulges or necessary hair,  so shave.  
This time I was very self aware,  
feeling the dress touching my shaved legs when walking and the wig 
brushing my shoulders.  This
caused a problem with the limited room in the girdle as this made 
me very uncomfortable as my
prick was trying to find room to grow and it was pushing both balls 
into a painful position but
when I told Bobb-y when s-he came out of my old bedroom wearing my 
old clothes all s-he said
was if I couldn’t find a way to make it work out s-he would take me 
to the cattle chute in the
morning and castrate me first then start to work the young bulls.  

	I didn’t even like to hear that and tried to change the 
subject but s-he saw that and would
bring up the castration for days asking if I had plenty of room 
down there or would I like to be
feminized totally?  I had started to get real good at cleaning the 
house even to Bobb-y’s
specifications when my Uncle stopped by to see how we were doing 
and Bobb-y made me serve
them in the living room and told him that I was her friend that was 
helping her get the house ready
for her parents.  I thought we were doing fine when until Bobb-y 
went outside to check on a calf
and my uncle started grabbing at my breasts and rubbing up between 
my legs.  That when I was
glad that she made me wear a girdle,   I don’t think he could feel 
anything because he didn’t get
mad and he started to kiss me with his tongue when Bobb-y came back 
in.  The first thing she did
was to slap me and call me a whore and then threw my uncle out and 
threatened to tell if he came
around again.  After the dust settled Bobb-y started to laugh then 
said follow me and lead me
across the yard with the wind blowing my dress up several times 
with her laughing at me when I
tried to hold the hem down.  When we entered the barn the door 
slammed shut behind me and I
saw two of Bobb-y’s friends wearing aprons carrying ropes.  Janice 
the tall blonde said does
Cathy know he’s going to be castrated?  When I looked into Bobb-y’s 
eyes I could tell that’s
what they had in mind and although I planed to run or fight it 
didn’t work out that way,  they
grabbed me and in a matter of a few minutes I was striped naked and 
tied to a table where my
ankles and wrest where tied together over my head and wide apart. 
At this time Janice came over
and looked into my eyes and said that she was going to enjoy this 
because she always knew that I
would be a better looking woman than she was without even trying.  
I begged her to help me but
she just grabbed my exposed balls and gave them a twist and asked 
Bobby to Finnish the roll of
file in the camera on the castration.   Sally the other friend 
asked if she could have the balls,  when
they were done so she could show them to her sister.  Janice told 
Sally she could have one the
other was hers all she would have to do in the future with her boy 
friend would be to show him
the nut and he would straighten up or he would be put on notice 
that his were in danger.  I was
still hopping that this was just a joke and they would let me go,  
But they just leaned the table
where I was up side down and my balls were out lined in the sack.

	Bobb-y was so expert at castration from years of practice 
on young bulls that it was done
so quickly that the realization that it was really going to happen 
was at about the time it was over
and they were untying me.   I tried to get my balls back but they 
just laughed and said welcome to
woman hood.  Janice was still jealous that she had a hair problem 
and I didn’t and if I took
hormones I’ll probably have larger breasts. Bobb-y told her if that 
happened they would bring me
back and remove the rest.  Janice liked that and they could have me 
peeing sitting down.