I have always had a keen interest in eunuchs so when I saw a new book had been published about them I bought it. Not long after I finish reading it I see a notice about an upcoming event at a bookstore that features the author. On the day of the event I find that the author is an attractive middle-aged woman. There are around 30 people that have come to the event.
The author starts by saying there’s been a recent surge of interest in eunuchs in popular culture. She gives an overview of the history of eunuchs in civilization. She covers the most common reasons for castration in modern society which are, of course, the medically necessary ones. After that, the most common reasons are the ones done for transgender people. Then she covers a few of the rare instances such as ones committed by sadists and those resulting from fetish scenes gone wrong. She ends by discussing the new phenomenon of eunuchoids, men that have a real need to transition to a neutered gender.
The author goes on to tell us that eunuchs are more common than we think, they walk among us every day. She asks for a show of hands of any eunuchs in the audience and three people raise their hands. She says that’s about average for her audiences and adds that there are probably one or two more that are too shy. Then she asks for a show of hands of any that are either pre- or post-op eunuchoid. No one raises their hand. She says that there has never been anyone at one of her talks bold enough to admit they are eununchoid because it’s still not accepted in our society.
During Q&A someone asks her what her own interest in the subject is. She says that she grew up on a farm where castration of farm animals was the norm. She loved helping out with the castrations, especially when carried out on an adult animal. She loved seeing the resulting change in the animal’s personality and behavior. But it had never occurred to her that men could be castrated until she left the farm to go to college whereupon she became fascinated with the idea. She began to try to think of a ways she might be able to meet a real eunuch in person.
At the end of her talk she reaches into her purse and takes out a small specimen jar and holds it up high for all to see and says that it contains a pair of testicles given her as a gift by a eunuch she encountered while researching her book. This provokes some titters from the audience. She says she much prefers the company of eunuchs and has made quite a few eunuch friends.
I blush and squirm at certain points that I find exciting and an attractive young blonde sitting next to me notices. When it’s time to leave she leans over and begins talking to me. She tells me her name is Nancy and the reason she came to this talk is because she’s a plastic surgeon specializing in eunuchoid cases. Then she looks at me and smiles and asks if I think I might be eunuchoid. When I am too flustered to answer she gives me a strange dark leer that makes me feel like she is seeing me as prey which makes me shiver.
She tells me she doesn’t have anything going on for the rest of the day and invites me to come along to her clinic to learn more. She takes me by the hand and leads me to her car. Everything is happening so fast it takes my breath away and makes my head spin. In the car she calls her assistant, Rebecca, on her mobile phone to tell her she’s on her way back to the clinic and bringing a new patient. She then tells me she’s very much looking forward to helping me resolve my eunuchoid needs. She also mentions that after she finishes a patient’s treatment she usually finds places for them with her lady friends as live-in housekeepers.
I feel electrified as I ride in the car. I’ve never felt so alive. I’m filled with feelings of elation mixed with dread.
As we enter the clinic Nancy calls out to her assistant who is there to greet us, “This nice man wants us to help him become a eunuch!”
“Well, he’s come to the right place!” Rebecca replies.
“That’s right, isn’t it?” Nancy says to me. I stutter and manage to mumble an affirmative. “That’s a good boy. Now be a good little boy and slip off your pants so we can get started.”
“What? Right now?” I ask.
“Yes, when you leave here today you will be a eunuch!” she declares.
I gulp and do as she says. Soon I am up on her table with my feet in the stirrups being prepped for surgery.
“You’re taking this so well,” she says, “some men in your position start to get squeamish and balk when they realize what I’m going to do to them. But you’re opening yourself so fully! I think you’re really going to like the results.”
As Nancy starts working on me she says, “We love making men into eunuchs, don’t we, Rebecca?”
“We sure do!” Rebecca exclaims with a giggle.
Nancy continues to hover over my genitals like a luminous angel. I’m in seventh heaven as I surrender myself. As she snips my manhood I moan, “Oh, mommy, mommy! Yes!” Which makes the ladies chuckle.
Instead of placing me with one of her friends Nancy decides to keep me for herself as a housekeeper. I ask her what happened to her previous housekeeper but she just shrugs. I feel humiliated when she makes me dress in a frilly, skimpy maid’s uniform.
She likes to show me off to her lady friends when they come over. She likes to show them my altered genitals. I find this very humiliating but I’m powerless to resist. Her friends always ask about how I took the snip. Nancy tells them I was actually quite eager which was refreshing since many are so shy and need guidance and coaxing. She has even had to resort to trickery and deception in a few cases. But they are always very grateful afterwards.
I am surprised one day when the woman who wrote the book on eunuchs shows up to visit Nancy. The author talks about the new boy she’s been dominating and says she thinks it’s about time she brought him over to see Nancy at the clinic. I later learn that her ‘boy’ is actually 35. I meet him in person a month later after he’s been castrated.
Nancy likes to host a special get-together once a year for her lady friends and ex-patients. She just adores being in a room full of men that no longer have testicles. On these occasions she even posts a sign at the front door saying, “NO TESTICLES ALLOWED!”, which always brings wry smiles and giggles from her guests.
