Castration is Love

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Good Neighbor Madge III
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Ruth was taking the pink nylon chiffon nightgown out of the closet as Madge unzipped my dress. “Maybe a nice little nap will help Marissa” she said as she helped me undress. Then, once I was undressed she put me into the tight panty briefer and I noticed once again how small my manhood looked as she tucked me in. She then took out the little paper bag and the pink box. She added some of the solvent to a washcloth and began working to get my breast forms off. Finally she peeled them off and after cleaning them she put them back in the little pink box. My chest was sensitive as she use the solvent to remove any traces of the medical adhesive and it was then that I noticed the swelling for the first time. I figured it was from wearing the breast forms for so long but there was something different. My chest was tender and my areolae were much larger now! I then noticed how much larger and pinker my nipples were as well then noticed the swelling and realized that real breasts were now forming on my chest!

I felt a wave of panic once again as Ruth swished the pink gown over my head. “I’ll be right back,” Madge said as she left. I heard her in the kitchen and as Ruth was putting me into Madge’s bed she returned with another bag and loaded a syringe. She laid me on my side and quickly lifted my gown and lowered the tight briefer. I felt the needle stick then felt the liquid as she pushed the plunger. I immediately relaxed and started feeling groggy. “There darling, just a little sedative to help you sleep,” Madge said as she then took out two more little bottles of liquid and I noticed the bottle she held that was labeled “Estrogen”! She filled the syringe and quickly injected my hip once again.

“We’ve had you on female hormones for months now. I’ve been putting the pills into your food and your juice every morning,” she said as she loaded another syringe with the liquid from the third bottle. “It’s going to be so exciting now to watch you change Marissa. With these injections to supplement the hormone pills you’ll start to really blossom now. The first injection was the female hormone estrogen, this one,” she said as she injected me yet again, “is progesterone, it’ll shut down your testicles. But don’t worry, in a week or two we’re having you ‘clipped’ so you won’t need that anymore!” she said as she finished my injection then after swabbing the area with cotton and alcohol she pulled my panties back up and swished my night gown back down. Then as she covered me with the sheets and blankets I laid there groggily, trying to stay awake. Madge then finished spelling out her plans.

“The doctors say he should make the changeover very easily and make a perfectly normal woman undetectable as to ever having been a boy,” she said as she smiled with satisfaction to Ruth and then returned to me. “Once we get you ‘clipped’ sweetie, and over time have a few more procedures done on you to further feminize your face and raise your voice into a pleasant feminine sounding one and get you laser electrolysis to get rid of any body hair that should survive the hormone therapy you’ll be coming right along Marissa. Then in a couple years we’ll have your sex reassignment surgery completed to give you a real vagina and we’ll have breast augmentation surgery performed too to finish your new look. But by then you’ll be so used to being a girl that you’ll hardly notice the change!” she said still smiling as I looked up at her and Ruth glassy eyed and groggy as I tried to mumble. Madge continued laying out her plan.

“Penny Lane”
I realized it was all over now. There was no escape. No matter where I went, no matter what I did I would never find work or a place to hide from the Hathaway’s influence.

After my floral scented bath and body shave Mrs. Hathaway combed and curled my hair.

“We’ll have to let your hair grow out dear, it’s a shame you cut it,” she said as she pulled me back into my feminine personae. But now it wasn’t my choice and I could tell as she adjusted the straps on my lace trimmed full slip and zipped me into the short floral patterned dress. She giggled slightly at her accomplishment and seemed pleased and satisfied as she smoothed the dress then handed me a purse as I teetered on the heels once again feeling out of place at not having worn ladies clothes in so long. She took notice.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head Penny, you’ll get accustomed to wearing ladies clothes again in no time. Shall we go now dear?” she said as she led me out of the little apartment to the waiting limo. Soon we were on our way leaving everything behind.

After the two hour flight we landed at the airport and taxied up in front of the Hathaway hangar. Then after a short limo ride we were once again back at the Hathaway estate. It was early in the evening and after being escorted to my new bedroom and in meeting the middle aged man waiting there I soon learned was Dr. Gratin I realized Mrs. Hathaway had already gotten a good start on her plans for me. I disrobed and after a complete physical the doctor injected me with a large dose of a testosterone blocker and the female hormone estrogen!

“All the dresses in the closets should fit you dear and all the lingerie in the dressers too. But if there’s a problem with sizes we’ll work it out dear. We’ll be altering most of your clothing and outfits over time as your body changes anyway so it won’t be a problem. All you have to do is look feminine and pretty. Have a nice night Penny dear. Put on a pretty nightgown now and get a good nights sleep,” she said as she left the room closing the door behind her.

I tried the door and found it opened and then watched as Mrs. Hathaway continued down the long hallway and then turned the corner and descended the large staircase onto the main floor. I closed the bedroom door and decided to turn in early.

The days turned into weeks and the weeks into months as time flew by. I had thought about leaving more than once but leave to where? She’d find me once again and I would end up back in a shabby apartment with a wobbly kitchen table and creaky chairs that were lit by the dim glow of the light from a naked bulb. I knew I would have to put up with the present situation but now, as fast as I was changing I knew it might very well be a one way trip! I hadn’t seen Lane at all since I came back. He had been sent to Europe on an extended vacation.

That was the story anyway. And Penny had gone with him. Nobody knew I was upstairs in my room at the Hathaway estate under Mrs. Hathaway’s and doctor Gratin’s expert care. And time continued to pass.

My budding breasts began to widen and take on weight and I began to notice their jiggle even though I constantly wore a brassiere now. The areolae grew and turned a darker pink as did the nipples now evident even under a blouse and brassiere. My hips began to widen out as well and I could feel my skin softening and my hair getting finer and more luxurious and soon it was grown fully out past my shoulders all to Mrs. Hathaway’s delight. The bimonthly hormone shots continued as did my daily maintenance dosage of the female hormone estrogen. And soon I noticed my penis had shrunk and my little testicles now dangling in their hairless scrotum were now atrophied and useless. But it didn’t matter because Mrs. Hathaway soon had me checked into the hospital and after I awoke I found that I had been clipped, my testicles were gone. In addition to that surprise I soon learned that under the bandages and the sturdy sports bra I now had a set of saline implants to augment my already growing bust line. Within a week the doctor removed the stitches and within another week to allow healing I was back dressing in my bedroom with Mrs. Hathaway fitting me for larger sized brassieres. She clipped me into a lace trimmed cup affair with a plunging front to expose my now womanly cleavage. She noticed the matching lace trimmed satin panties and although my testicles were now gone she chafed a bit at the little protrusion in the front. She then gathered a small corset, wrapped it around my slender feminine waist then began lacing me into it.

“Don’t worry dear, you won’t have to tuck into your panties for much longer, we’re almost through sweetie, and you’ll have a nice smooth feminine look for real,” she said as I heard her begin pulling at the corset laces.

Adventures With Aunt Madge VI
“And in a few more years Melissa darling, you will have completely forgotten what it even felt like to wear pants!” she said with a lilt in her voice but with conviction as the lecture continued. The little sissy cross dressing Tim was now undergoing his “cure”!

Madge went on about having me “clipped” and about my doctors appointment at the clinic where my unfortunate “condition” was well documented and would be corrected once I became Melissa for real! A week later I underwent the procedure and after getting the stitches out and then healing up for another week it was business as usual with my lady-of-the-house lessons continuing under Madge’s watchful eye. My atrophied little penis and a now hairless little shriveled little ball sack was all that remained under the tight lacy panties I wore every day under the dresses and skirts! And without a trace of testosterone in my system the daily hormone tablets and the supplemental bi-monthly estrogen injections continued and began shaping me more and more into a woman and with Madge starting me off so early there wasn’t a trace, or even a hint of masculinity about me!

Milk Maid
I decided this was too much and to leave and told Carol I didn’t want to continue. I became unruly and became lax in my duties and in my making proper meals at dinner over the next several days. Then one night Carol became angry and summoned Bob. Together they pulled me to my room and threw me down on the bed. Carol then took out a syringe and a small vial of liquid; as Bob held me down she loaded the needle then quickly raised my skirt, pulled my girdle and panties down, then after swabbing a small area on my hip with alcohol I felt the needle stick then felt her push the plunger down!

“I didn’t waste this much time with you to stop now Priscilla dear.” Carol said. She finished the injection then commented that she was now giving me a much higher dose of the female hormone estrogen and that after my visit to the clinic I would really begin to “blossom!”

She had also given me a progesterone type drug that had shut down my testicles but after my trip to the clinic a week later I didn’t have to worry about that anymore. Carol had had them removed and now all I had was an empty sack! The months continued on and without testicles and the addition of hormone injections my bust really grew in size! I went from a 34 “B” to a 34 “C” and then continued on to a 36 “D!” By the time she had turned me into a 36 “DD” it didn’t really matter anymore because a month before the rest of my plumbing had been reworked. Instead of a flaccid penis and an empty hairless scrotum, I now had a pair of sleek, pouty vaginal lips and a sexually functional vagina!

Bob didn’t take long before I was performing my new “wifely” duties! Carol had moved into my room and transferred me into the master bedroom where I would be available for Bob’s every whim. She seemed to enjoy not having to worry about sex anymore and at her age of middle 40’s she was content to just live a pampered life and not have to put up with the day to day demands of being a housewife.

So now things were complete. I slept with Bob in my nightgown on satin sheets, then every day arose and fully dressed and made myself up to be presentable as a perfect old fashioned housewife. The cooking and cleaning continued along with my services to Bob and even Carol at times when she would have me under her skirt to service her orally! They seemed more than pleased with their little Priscilla and over time I eventually got used to my new situation. But my bust continued to grow!

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Timmy And The Hendersons
The next day went as planned. A quiet ladies lunch with Gladys and a fresh vintage ladies hair set, complete with a small pink satin bow pinned to the side. Gladys also supervised a new set of long gloss red salon nails. But then she stopped at the DMV and finally at the clinic. Timmy didn’t have an appointment but that didn’t matter. Gladys had made plans. Some papers were filled out and signed, she handed Timmy his new drivers license stating he was now Mrs. Joyce Henderson, Female. The picture on the license was one Gladys had taken earlier and had affixed to the new document. And then another procedure.

Timmy’s heavy paneled white long leg panty girdle was folded now and in his purse for the trip home. He was now only in ladies panties under his dress. But for the moment there were the stitches and bandages. It had happened so quickly but now it was finished. Timmy had been “clipped!” His little hormone shriveled testes now totally removed. The papers signed to allow the procedure and to go ahead with the transition turning his paperwork and his history to female and to set up the eventual, now approved reassignment procedure.

The Fitting
The hormone therapy had worked better than expected but Gladys had added breast augmentation complete with large saline implants. That procedure had been completed nearly a month earlier. Timmy had no choice but to wear a brassiere now, every day. Nothing fancy but sturdy and full coverage to insure the breasts would heal properly. And they were now fully healed. The slender faint scars from the surgery faded and were barely visible. But the breasts were large, almost abnormally large due to Timmy’s short and slightly built frame. But it was just what Gladys wanted. A full set of large women’s breasts. Large, heavy pendulous breasts that would jiggle and swing with every movement always there to remind Timmy that he was no longer a real man.

Of course under the lace trimmed pink panties he now wore, the ones that matched his pink baby doll nightgown there was little traces of Timmy’s manhood left. He was totally smooth now from his plucked eyebrows down, the female hormones and laser electrolysis ensured he would stay that way. He had a woman’s curves now with a trim waist and wide womanly hips. The breast augmentation had made him complete. He had a little triangle shaped trim below but little resembled a man anymore. His smooth hairless sack was now empty, Gladys had seen to it that his little testes had been clipped and were now gone. The little flaccid manhood now much smaller, barely making even a bulge at the front of his silky pink panties now.

Timmy’s First Dinner Out
Timmy’s head spun, he squirmed across the back seat until he was leaning up against the door of the limo. Ned was still excited though. He gently put Timmy’s hand over the bulge in his tuxedo pants making him feel the large erection, the feminine hand held against the front of the slacks, the long gloss red nails shining in the light, flashing as Timmy pulled away. Ned then simply unbuckled, unbuttoned then unzipped his pants releasing the throbbing, vein engorged erection.

“Oh my!” Gladys exclaimed. “Look what you’ve done Timmy dear. Such a feminine ‘lady’ to get a man that excited,” she exclaimed as she watched, looking on as Ned held his erection in one hand then pulled Timmy close once again with his other!

Timmy’s wife Cindy looked on momentarily giggling at what was about to happen but she didn’t care now. She was with a man now who was a “real man,” In her mind Timmy was already gone.

Ned pulled Timmy close, the vein engorged erection standing straight up now, the bulbous pink head now gleaming with a drop of pre-come! Timmy’s gown rustled the vintage layered blue nylon chiffon swished and fluttered, the lingerie and his nylon stockings zipped as Ned pulled him ever closer as Timmy gasped and grimaced.

“N…n…no!” he gasped as he tried to push away but Ned was much stronger and much larger than the short and slightly built Timmy. Gladys already knowing the score then helped by quickly pulling out a nylon stocking from her purse once again. She smiled as she quickly tied Timmy’s wrists behind his back. Holding the back of Timmy’s head Ned pulled Timmy’s face closer still as the swishing, zipping tussle continued in the back of the limo, the blue high stiletto heels kicking now only glancing off the carpeted floor. Gladys then leaned in and grabbed a handful of permed and tightly curled hair at the top of Timmy’s head. Timmy grimaced but as she yanked his hair and his head back he gasped, yelped in surprise as his gloss red lipsticked lips opened to gasp. She quickly pushed his head closer to the bulbous head of Ned’s erection as he held it straight up and pulled at Timmy’s neck with his other hand. And then after another frothy swishing nylon rustle of the dress and slips and a whispering zip from his nylons Timmy gasped as he strained and then Gladys heard the “glub” as she leaned over his shoulders to see, the pink bulbous head pushing past Timmy’s gloss red lips forcing them wide as the head entered his waiting mouth!

Ned gasped as he adjusted himself in his seat. He pushed his hips up and forward and sunk deeper inside Timmy’s mouth, two more inches sliding inside, the bulbous head bulging Timmy’s cheeks now as Gladys held him tight and ground his head further and further down. “That’s it, you take it prissy!” she beamed as she pushed further until Ned’s entire seven- inches filled Timmy’s mouth. And then still holding Timmy’s head and hair she began pulling up and pushing down, pulling up and pushing down as Ned began to moan with pleasure.

“Come on princess, that’s it, suck it, roll your tongue around the head. You like dressing like a woman and acting like a lady, how do you like it now!?” Gladys cooed with pleasure at giving Timmy an even more feminine end to the evening. She noticed him blushing red faced in writhing panic now as he “mmffed” and “glubbed,” “Why so embarrassed prissy?” Gladys continued. “Anyone seeing this would just see a pretty ‘lady’ doing her feminine duties after a lovely evening out. You’re all dolled up nice and feminine, you’ve always been a mincing, swishing, preening, limp wristed cross dressing sissy anyway so what’s wrong with satisfying a man with oral sex,” she reasoned as she clutched the handful of hair tightly and worked Timmy’s head up and down.

“That’s it, suck it, suck it princess!” Gladys giggled with pleasure at hearing the slight choking sounds and the slobbering “glubs as Ned began to issue his pleasured moans. “Keep sucking prissy!” she said as Ned became more and more excited at the sensation.

“Now that I’ve had your marriage to my daughter annulled we’ll get you started on female hormones right away, we’ll get your nuts clipped right away too,” she assured as she continued to work Timmy’s head up and down, up and down on Ned’s vein engorged shaft. Until finally, Ned began to squirm himself and to gasp. Gladys knew what was happening.

Timmy felt the head grow even larger in his mouth but Gladys kept up the pace. “That’s it precious. Yes, so nice and ladylike. Keep sucking! Don’t make a mess now,” she ordered as Ned continued his urgent moans as Timmy flailed. And then Gladys heard the guttural grunt from Ned and the pleasured moan as he laid back, his eyes closed. Gladys knew Ned was beginning to spurt, she held Timmy tight a he squirmed. “Keep sucking sweetie,” She ordered as she watched Timmy’s mouth fill and his cheeks brim with the ejaculate. “Don’t make a mess now dear, swallow it all princess,” Gladys cooed in her feminine lilt as she watched Timmy choke on the load, his gloss red lips wide and tight around Ned’s large shaft. “Swallow it you sissy priss!” she ordered then watched with pleasure as Timmy choked slightly and coughed but then begin to swallow as she’d ordered. “That’s it prissy!” she beamed. “Suck him good and swallow it all down now.”

Life In The Country (Part II)
Timmy then entered the house to start the final portion of Madge’s charm school lessons. Of course it wasn’t a certainty that Timmy wouldn’t rebel yet again, but Madge had another card to play. There would soon be a scheduled annual physical to see doctor Judith Lovelli.

It was a complete and thorough physical. But when she checked Timmy’s breasts she informed him that Madge wanted the final size fixed. Timmy was now scheduled for saline breast implants to augment his ample but only “C” cup breasts. He awoke after the procedure, his chest feeling different, larger and heavier now. He no longer would need any silicone forms, special bras or any padding now because Madge had seen to it that he was now a full size 40″DD!” But as he laid there he felt something else that was different and was shocked to learn that when the breast augmentation was performed it had been no trouble at all to perform a quick, snip-snip castration! And now, without testes he would no longer need the testosterone blocking agents and would only have to continue on with his full maintenance dosage of the female hormone estrogen. Once Madge got Timmy home to recover he seemed a bit remote and listless but a few days of a mild tranquilizer in addition to his daily estrogen dose soon had him calmed down during his recovery.

An Exquisitely Ordered Lifestyle
She could see the wheels turning, the gears turning, well grinding now actually. The window of escape quickly closing right in front of his eyes. She continued on. “Look at you now? You can shave off the curls, scrub off the makeup and remove the salon nails but haven’t you noticed your new and feminine demeanor and mannerisms, how you move? Certainly not manly, not anymore. Your waist is smaller, your hips now two inches wider than before, and your bust line, well, I’d say that you’re a full “B” cup now, at least. I really doubt you could find any men’s clothes to fit your new shape. Tell me, where will you go? Where will you work? A waitress maybe? A hotel maid? But oh, there’s that pesky money problem again. Your Mercedes is long gone and that thousand I offered to give you won’t last long. And overall, your look? Well Tiffany dear, you’re very feminine, very ladylike now. You’ve done so well but truthfully, if someone looked close enough, even after all the female hormones and the laser electrolysis they’d still see a hint of Timothy. That would be so tragic if you were to be caught in a bad neighborhood, wouldn’t it?” she said with a knowing smirk. She then returned to the vanity.

“I’m still not finished with you Timothy. You’re coming along, quite well actually. But there’s still more work to do, still more I have in mind for you dear. And I admit, you’ve become a very efficient housekeeper. I’d much enjoy if you stayed on here with me. You’d be much more fulfilled here and much safer, don’t you agree?” She finished then waited for an answer she didn’t need to hear.

Tim got up stunned and walked almost in a staggering trance back to his feminine four poster bed for the evening. She’d beaten him, she’d won. He knew he was too far gone now, no useable education, broke, without a house, or car, or job or any employment prospects. But, he was safe as long as he stayed under Madge’s kindly influence.

“In the morning why don’t you go ahead and put that cute ladies suit I put out. We need to get a few things done in the morning,” she said with a smile as she left the bedroom, switching off the light as she closed the door behind her.

The next day Tim was given another physical another round of injections and was taken to out-patient surgery. The doctor also gave Madge a new pill prescription. Tim’s ‘vitamins’ were stronger this time. The remainder of the old pink pills would be discarded, the new pills were the same estrogen combination but now at full feminine strength!

The ride home in the back of Madge’s limousine was both uneventful and silent. Tim sat in his mauve ladies skirt suit, clutching the purse in his lap with his white gloved hands as he looked out the window still feeling the numbing effects of the medication and the tingle of the stitches in his still hairless but now very empty scrotum! Madge felt the sense of satisfaction as the driver continued back to her estate. The paperwork Tim had signed for surgery was completed, as was the paperwork from the lady doctor stating that Tim was indeed undergoing “therapy” for his transgendered condition. His records would be amended now to show him as a female with the new name of Tiffany Benson. Madge’s ongoing work was continuing splendidly!