At the Ranch

Psychological/Physical Transformation

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     I looked at the window.  Why not?  You just do things like
that when they startle you.  She apparently wanted me to look. 
Through the blind I could see her silhouette.  She seductively took
off her shirt and fondled her breasts.  This went on for minutes. 
She slid off her pants and stretched into the shade, as if to let
my imagination see every part of her.  Then, she disappeared from
the window and the light went out.

     At breakfast no words were spoken about last night.  Not even
a smile.  She told me that, at times in the past, she had had male
help on the ranch, but that all had tried to get emotionally
involved.  She said that though help might be nice, she would never
take on a full-time man, as this was a long way from town and all. 

     We finished breakfast and went to the barn to get supplies. 
I was to drive the jeep, and she the horse, as we attempted to
heard the sheep into a pin in the field.  She saddled up her horse. 
It was a powerful looking gelding that still showed some signs of
spirit and headed out.  I followed.

     We circled the flock, gradually tightening the circle until
they were herded.  She caught a lamb and tied it to the saddle and
headed to the pin.  Surprisingly the sheep followed.  Once in the
pin the real work started.  I would sort through the animals and
grab an untagged lamb and wrestle it to the ground.  once down, she
would "brand" it by tagging the ear with a brightly collared marker
and place a rubber band around the base of the tail.  If the victim
was male, she would band the testicles as well.  She told me that
this was relatively painless and the testicles would fall off in a
few days.  I asked her how she knew it was painless and she
playfully told me that I could find out for myself if I really
wanted to know.

     
     Despite the Innocence of the remark, I got hard.  I don't know
why.  I quickly turned away and tried to discretely straighten my
bent cock in my pants.  It hurts when it gets like that.  I was
pretty embarrassed.

     The work progressed until late in the afternoon.  I hadn't
noticed the time, but soon realized that the sun was loosing the
fight to stay up in the sky.  I looked over in her direction.  her
blouse had loosened up to the point where one of her breasts was
nearly free from the confines of her shirt.  She noticed my stair
but did nothing to correct her appearance.

     "Gettin hungry?"
     "Hot mostly"
     "Ya, take off your shirt, it helps"  with that she removed her
blouse.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  She stared at my red face
and wryly smiled.

     "Your mom had these, you know.  Bet you sucked them when you
were a baby.  Before you get any ideas, though, if a stallion gets
too aggressive around the mares around here he becomes a gelding,
just ask sultan.  I finally had to cut him last year.  A pity to do
to an 8 year old stallion.  Especially one who has sired a few of
my colts."

     I took off my shirt.  The cool air felt good against my sweaty
chest.  I reached down and straightened my cock and resumed my
work.  It was hard to concentrate, looking at this sweat-covered,
bare chested beautiful woman, working on the other side of the
animal only inches from my nose.

     As it became dusk, we hobbled the horse and she drove me to
the creak.  She took off her clothes and jumped in.  I followed her
into the water.  I am not a public nudist, and having been warned
about the results of bad behavior, I kept my distance.  After ten
minutes of this very cold water, I didn't have to worry about the
size of my now shriveled up little cock.  We dressed in our dirty
clothes and drove to the horse, collected him and went into the
house for dinner.

     She told me her name was Lucinda but her friends called her
Lu.  I told her that mine was George, and she laughed.  

     "George is Definitely a City Name!  It would not serve me well
in the country"

     "What would a good country name be?"
     "Something like     'Gus', maybe, but definitely not George"
     "Fine, Gus it is!"
     "OK, Gus, build us a fire and I'll scramble us up some grub"

     I got a fire going after a fashion, and as we ate, it picked
up enough steam to represent itself well.  We sat on opposite
chairs in the living-room, facing each other, a few feet from the
fire.  She leaned towards me, the cleavage invited my eyes, her
breasts were nearly completely exposed.  I got hard again.

     "I can see that you've been around, Gus.  I hope that sleeping
alone isn't going to be too much for you.  I have really enjoyed
working with you today, and hope to have you around a few more
days, but men are not allowed in the house after 9pm.  I suppose you
noticed that I don't like wearing clothes.  My brothers never had
to and I was very jealous about that growing up.  When they all
moved off the farm and left Dad and me to care for it, I started
this routine of being just like them.  It never seemed to bother
Dad.  I think the old leacher liked my tits anyway."

     "Dad died a couple of years ago.  My brothers wanted to sell
this place to collect the inheritance money, but I bought out their
shares, since Dad left the bulk of the ranch to me anyway.  They
got a lot of the equipment, so at first it took a lot of work on my
part to make this place run.  Since I do most of my own Vet work,
I have survived.  After all the work that I have put into this
place, I don't want to loose half of it in a divorce."

     "There is always Pre-Nuptial agreements"
     "Obviously, you haven't been around here that much.  A woman
is not capable of managing a ranch of this size, the court would
award it to the husband, awarding the wife its value in cash,
instead.  This place is all I have, I don't think it can be
replaced with a handful of money!"

     I let it ride at that point.  As it was 10 past 9pm, I
retreated to the bunkhouse, eyes affixed on the window.  5 minutes
later, the light went on and last night's show was repeated.  After
the lights went out, I wondered about all the signals that I had
gotten that day.  She obviously doesn't want to marry, but she
isn't shy about showing her body to men.  I was naked.  my hand
moved to my balls, as I touched them, they tingled.  I wondered for
a while if she was serious about cutting them off if I got too
aggressive.  After all, she took her top off, then got naked at the
creak.  That was too much for me.  I grabbed my dirty T shirt and
made a mess of it.

     I found the last pair of clean clothes in the morning. 
Clothes hardly suitable for the task at hand, but all I had, they
would have to do.  I walked in to the house.  Again, nothing was
said about anything but the tasks that lay ahead for today.  It was
a warm day already and it wasn't even 8am.  Lu looked at my clothes
and laughed.  She went up stairs and came down with a pair of cut
off blue jeans and a blouse.

     "Change into these.  Your hairy legs will look kind of silly,
but they will be much more functional than the clothes you have
on."

     As I headed out of the kitchen, she asked me where I was
going.  I told her I was going to the bathroom, she only laughed at
me.  I did look rather silly in women's cut shorts, and the blouse
buttoned backward.  I noticed that the shorts didn't leave much
room for my now rock hard cock and the seam cut into my balls quite
a bit, but the denim probably would hold up better than permanent
press slacks.

     "You look kinda cute like that, Gus"
     "Thanks!"

     Nothing else said we ate and ran.  We only took the jeep today
as the sheep were already in the pin.  As the day wore on, the heat
intensified.  Around noon, the tops came off.  I wished she were
wearing these shorts.  I figured that they would look better on her
anyway.  With her breasts staring me in the face, my cock got hard
and the seam cut into my balls again.  The discomfort must have
been pretty obvious.  She told me that either I needed to get pants
that fit, or cut off my balls so I fit in these.  I told her that
I really didn't think that that would be too good of an idea, and
besides, my cock didn't fit in there either.

     "I could cut that off too, then band the stump.  Then you'd
fit fine in a few days.  I have some needles in the barn that I can
open up a pee hole with.  You'd look great in those shorts then."

     "I wish you wouldn't joke about that, it only makes things
worse"
     "Oh, what things?"
     "Well, when i get, er, erect, these pants really get tight"
     "Ok.  But you do look cute in those shorts, deary"

     As we worked, I did wonder what I would look like without
balls.  Or what I would feel like naked without a cock.  I realized
that she probably could cut mine off, she seemed pretty used to
doing that.  After the dip in the stream, we headed back to the
house for dinner.  I made the fire again.  My nerves were edgy for
some reason and my heart was in my throat.  As we talked after
dinner I couldn't relax at all.  Lu sensed my uneasiness.

     "Have you ever wondered what life would be like without your
balls?"
     "Probably pretty painful, at first"
     "I've heard tell it's not too bad"
     "Did you know anyone who lost his"
     "Its', and yes, I have even had sex with a gelded man"
     "You have?  What was it like?"
     "Well, it took quite a while for him to consent to having his
testicles removed, but adjustment was easy.  Sex with a gelding is
very similar to sex with a man, that is, if you leave on the penis. 
They can have erections, but it takes much longer to reach climax. 
This can be a very desirable side effect for both parties"

     "How much longer"
     "Maybe an hour"
     "An Hour.  I don't last nearly that long."
     "What happened to him, it."
     "My friend, Molly's hired help?  Its doing quite well"

     She leaned forward, exposing her breasts again.  She stared
directly at my eyes and told me that she was not joking today.  If
I wanted a full time job for room and board and $250 per month and
move into her bedroom, all it would cost me was my balls.  I felt
very uneasy.  She stood up and took off her blouse.  She toyed with
her snap, then unzipped her pants.

     "It's 9pm, deary.  You can go to bed now, or, come to the
kitchen.  I have a very sharp knife in there."

     I froze in my chair.  My cock was totally numb.  My jaw was
paralyzed in place and ached tremendously.  She slid down her pants
and stood before me, naked.

     "Room and Board and $250 per month.  Think about it.  It's
gotta be better than roaming the streets for the rest of your life,
eating out of garbage cans and sleeping on the sidewalk."

     She had a point there.  My balls ached.  My cock was
throbbing.  What was I thinking.  I raced to the bunkhouse and
jumped into bed.  As usual, the lights went on again.  Since she
was already nude, the twist tonight was her masturbating in front
of the window.  My head whirled. I grabbed my balls and wondered
what I would look like without them.  Was I going crazy?

     Actually, I kind of wanted it.  I beat off violently into my
last shirt.  My nerves were all on edge, my heart was in my throat. 
I walked back to the house and knocked on the door.  The porch
light came on and she opened the doors' window.

     "I, uh, well, Let's do it"
     "Do what?"
     "You know"

     She opened the door.  She was wearing nothing but a flannel
shirt.  Silently, she lead me to the kitchen.  She tapped on the
cutting board and said "Sit on this".  I did.

     "I am serious.  I fully plan to castrate you!  Do you want me
to do this to you?"

     "What about the sheep?"
     "They can wait a week, after you heal up, we have the rest of
spring to do in the remainder of the lambs.  Do you want me to do
this to you?"

     "Yes"  What was I saying.  I just asked this girl to cut my
balls off.  She reached down and gently cupped my balls with one
hand.

     "Anything special you would like me to do with these after I
cut them off?"
     "What do you mean?"
     "Would you like to eat them?"

     What a question.  
     "What?"
     "Around here we call Sheep Balls 'mountain oysteries'.  I have
a recipe I think you'll like.  Besides, if you eat them, you'll
still have them in side you, at least for a little while"

     I felt really uneasy.  She pushed my chest down.  I lay back
onto the table.  She washed off my sack with some whisky and told
me to exhale.  I did this and she sliced my sack open.  she pulled
out my balls and tied the cords in a knot and cut them off.  I was
breathing pretty heavy, so she splashed my face with a cup of cold
water.  I sat up.  I looked down between my legs.  My cock was
throbbing, but my balls were gone!

     "Don't touch it tonight.  I'll tie your hands to the
headboard.  I don't want your wound to get infected."

     I followed her upstairs, though walking was a bit
uncomfortable.  she tied me to the bed and took off her shirt.

     "Did you think I'd do it?"
     "No.  I didn't"
     "Why did you come back?"
     "Don't really know"
     "I do.  You really were interested in this from the start.  I
knew that you were mine from the moment I picked you up.  When I
took off my blouse, I told you that 'if you were too aggressive,
I'd cut your balls off', it really turned you on.  That's why I had
you wear my shorts.  I am serious about your cock.  We will be
removing it before too long, but I shall play with it until you're
ready to get rid of it"

     "you mean cut it off too?"
     "Soon.  But for now, we'll play at a more 'conventional'
relationship.

     "Serious?"
     "About your cock?  When you're ready, I'll cut it off, but for
now, you can relax.  I wouldn't be that cruel to you all at once."
     "But what about sex?"
     "Deary, MEN need cocks to feel like lovers.  Women don't have
cocks and they enjoy sex just fine."
     "But don't they make you feel good inside?"
     "Hay!  They stink, they squirt sticky fluid into you and they
are usually done ten or fifteen minutes before they accomplish what
they set out to do.  Besides, you won't be maken any more babies
now, so you don't need a 'sperm injector'".

     She began to rub my chest with a strange smelling ointment. 
It made my nostrils burn, but my chest was soon on fire.  It felt
very good.  She worked down my legs until she was down to the tops
of my feet.

     "What's that."
     "A Tipilatory."
     "A What?"
     "It's a cream to make your hair fall off."
     "Why?"
     "It'll make you smooth and sexy"
     "Oh."
     "by the way, you will notice that your skin will soon feel
very much smoother and softer."
     "Why?"
     "Castration does that to a man."
     "Does?"
     "Yes.  Your hair will stop falling out too, and your beard
will thin out."
     "What about my voice?"
     "Some say it changes, but I would guess that yours will stay
about the same.  By the way, Gus isn't going to work for you any
more George.  How about Georgia?"
     I hadn't really thought about becoming a woman.
     "Why?"
     "Maybe your right, we'll save Georgia until after I cut your
cock off.  What do you want for breakfast?"

     I wondered if she was going to feed me my balls.  gradually I
drifted off to sleep.  When I woke up the next morning, I didn't
have to wonder if this had just been a crazy bad dream.  My hands
were still tied to the headboard and my cock was burning like fire. 
Lu came in with an ice bag and placed it on my crotch.  She told me
that the burning would last through the weekend, but that the
equipment would still function, and she was interested in trying it
out on monday.

     Later that morning, she untied me.  I was weak and sweaty. 
She taped a plastic bag around my cock and told me to take a
shower.  I was relieved to get that itchy goo off my body it was
really driving me nuts.  As I washed off, the hair on my body
disappeared.  I towelled off and stared at myself in the mirror. 
I was hairless, smooth and deballed.  She removed the baggy and
swabbed my wounds with a blue, strong smelling liquid, that she
explained was the balm that she used on gelded horses.  

     The base of my cock became numb. and after a while, I got
incredibly hard.  She took off her blouse, showing off those
exquisite breasts of hers.  She knelt down in front of be and began
to tung the end of my cock.  she soon had around 1 inch of the
swollen throbbing thing in her mouth and worked it until I came. 
She wiped me clean and stroked the shaft a few times for good
measure.  I asked her why she did that.  She said that there may be
a few sperm left inside the plumbing and wanted to make me cum a
few times before she let me stick my cock inside her.  I could
either consent to this or wait a couple of weeks, it was my
choice.

     4 days after I was castrated, my scrotum had nearly shriveled
up completely to a loose flap of skin where my balls had once been. 
There was still a sore where the incision was, but it had
basically healed and didn't hurt much any more.  I was contently
examining my wound when Lu walked in, Naked.

     "Well?"

     I looked up.  I was quite surprised to see her naked.  I asked
her if it was time to try out my, now mostly healed cock.  She only
laughed and headed for the bed.  She lay on her back and propped
her right leg up.  This boldly exposed her vagina to me, as if to
say 'What are you waiting for'.  I got onto the bed, next to her
and reached down and caressed her vagina with my hand.  Already
being castrated means that I can now be as aggressive as I wanted
to be.

     She moaned and began to grind herself onto my hand.

     "Fuck me, Fuck me, I want you inside of me."

     I slid between her legs and brought my cock up to my hand and
gently directed it inside her.  As I thrust myself into her she
rocked up to meet me.  I soon found out what she meant when she
said that I would have trouble achieving climax.  It had taken
longer to get an erection and I now didn't have to worry about not
concentrating on sex to prolong it.  I found it increasingly
difficult to keep my erection despite concentrating on it.  This
did serve to increase my enjoyment, as I now didn't have to
concentrate on other things.

     As the spring passed to summer, the need for clothes
disappeared and sex in the cool grass near the creak was a common
occurrence.  Gradually, though, the ability to have an erection
decreased to the point where sex 2 or three times a week was the
extent of my ability.  Then, one fall evening, lying naked together
by the fire, she gently stroked my cock and looked me in the eye. 

     "Tonight you become 'Georgia'."
     "What?"
     "I'm going to cut this off."
     "Why?"
     "It's time.  And besides, you've been increasingly depressed
by your inability to have an erection and It's been several weeks
since you've had an orgasm.  Let's finish the job."

     I said ok and asked her how she planned to do it.  She smiled
at me and told me I was going to find out what the lambs went
through.  She walked over to the fireplace and placed three small
brass rods in the fire and left the room.  Her naked form returned
with the elastrator and a rubber band.  She placed the rubber-band
on the jaws and set it on the coffee table.  She rolled me over on
my back and lathered up my pubic region with shaving cream and
shaved me with a straight razor.  She washed me off with a wet rag
and went over to the fire place to check her rods.

     She came back over and took the elastrator, spread the jaws
and slipped it over my cock and advanced it to the base and
released the band.  The rubber cut into the base of my cock which
became immediately swollen.  She took the razor and cut off my cock
about a half an inch above the band.  She put on a thick glove and
got one of the brass rods.  With her other hand she felt around
under the band for the hard tube that urine travels through, she
lanced it with the hot rod.  She took another rod and widened the
hole a little more and stood back and admired her work.

     "Well, Georgia, I'd say you're about completely done in."

     I looked between my legs.  My cock was now gone.  I felt that
I was going to be sick.  She caressed my chest and looked down at
my eyes.  I took one of her breasts with my right hand and began to
cry.  She stroked my head and told me that what was ahead of me now
was going to be much better than anything that was ever in my past. 
     
     How could that be?  Castration wasn't all that bad.  I wasn't
really all that devastated at the thought of not having children,
but loosing my cock meant never having intercourse for the rest of
my life.  I was staring at a naked woman, whom I had sex with
for almost half a year and never again, all in one stroke.  She
kissed me and told me to lye still.  She got me a couch pillow for
my head and I cried myself to sleep.

     The next morning all that was left of my cock was a shriveled
up flap of skin above the band.  It had dried up completely during
the night.  My hole was red and swollen.  Lu came down stairs, fully
dressed.  She said that she had errands to run in town and she
would be gone all morning.  She handed me a straw and told me that
I may have to slide it through the hole to pee, as it was pretty
swollen.  She handed me some cream to wipe on after I was done and
told me that it would burn a bit when I peed.  She also told me
that I had to pee sitting down from now on.  

     After she left, I cried again.  I went to the bathroom and
relieved myself of urine.  It burned A LOT!  I smeared the wound
with the cream, which soothed away some of the fire.  As I sat
there on the pot, though, I began to feel somewhat relieved that it
was finally gone.  I got up and turned and faced the mirror.

     I looked at my freshly shaven, emasculated crotch and realized
that in 6 months I had gone from a totally masculine, heterosexual
male to a smooth skinned, soft, slightly feminine, entirely docile
eunuch.  What ever Lu wanted of me, I did.  I had become one of her
pets.

     When she returned from town, she asked me to help her unload
the truck.  The front seat was piled high with boxes.  We placed
them in the living room.  When we were done, she asked me to help
her unpack the boxes.  I opened the first box.  It was filled with
clothes.  GIRLS CLOTHES.

     "Well, Georgia.  I can't have you running around here naked. 
Especially since you don't have a cock any more.  What would the
neighbors think?"

     "Well, I guess Gus died."
     "Correct!  Well, aren't you going to try any of these on?"

     I blushed.  I put on a pair of panties for the first time. 
They felt silky and tingly.  I tried on a tube top.  I didn't need
a bra.  She told me to try on her cut-offs again to see if they fit
any better.  They still made the sore hurt, but they fit better
than they used to.  I went back into the bathroom and looked at
myself in the mirror.  I looked almost like a woman in these
clothes.  Strange, I looked more masculine nude, but in women's
clothing, I looked somewhat passable.

     "Georgia." Lu called.

     I returned to the living room.  She was holding a wig!  She
painted my nails and did up my face.  She even shaved my underarms
and plucked my eyebrows.  When she was done, the change was truly
amazing!

     Three days later,  I awoke, went to the bathroom to pee.  When
I pulled down my panties, the band had popped off and what was left
of my cock had fallen off as well.  The hole at the base was nearly
healed.  I couldn't help but play with it.  It tickled.  I didn't
need the straw or the cream any more.  I rushed out to show Lu. 
She was very anxious to see me, but asked me to go with her to the
bedroom and leave my clothes on, she would undress me there.