My cousin Mary came over and found me crying.

 “Honey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

I just shook my head and wiped my face with a tissue.

“Come on, sweetie, you can tell me. You’re ruining your makeup, you have mascara running down your cheeks.”

“That’s just it, I feel like taking all my stuff and tossing it away.”

“You mean purge it all? You’ve done that a couple of times already.”

“I know, I know,” I stammered out. “everything is fine until….”

“Until what, hunny?”

My cousin was the only one who knew I was a crossdresser. She’d helped me with picking out outfits and doing makeup.  Total acceptance, which, I have to admit, helped me deal. We’d even spent girlie evenings.

“Until I’m dressed all sexy and I wank. Once I cum, it’s ‘Ewww, what am I doing???’”

“So the orgasm resets you to boy mode?”

“That’s one way to put it, yes. I can only feel sissy enough to enjoy dressing if I haven’t cum in awhile.”

“We can fix that!” she said with an evil gleam in her eye. “Go fix your makeup or strip it off and we’ll go for a ride.”

I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. I cleaned all the makeup off my face and dried it on a towel. I went into my bedroom and my cousin was sitting on my desk chair. “Honey, put on some shorts, those women’s sorts that don’t really look like women’s shorts. And a shirt. Flip flops or sneakers would be fine. Comfy clothes.”

I followed her directions, she was thinking more clearly than I was. I looked down and debated panties or boxers? I went with panties because I was already in them. Once ready she picked up her purse and said let’s go!

We went out to the car and headed off. Stopped by Starbucks for some coffee and slowly my nerves settled.

“You realize there’s a simple solution to your PNC.”

I looked at her curiously and asked “PNC?”

“Post Nut Clarity. Ever since I found out you were a crossdresser I’ve done a deep dive on transvestism. You cum, you regret, you purge. Most crossdressers do it.”

“Never heard of it, but that’s exactly it, if I hold off wanking I’m good.”

“We’ll take care of that.” She said with a mysterious smile.

We pulled up to the curb in front of a fetish shop. “Come on, girl, your solution is inside.”

The clerk said “Hi, welcome to the Fetish Box. Feel free to look around, if you need help, we’re here for ya!”

“Actually, we do need help. She needs a chastity cage.” I shot her a shocked look.

“We can help you with that. Do you know what kind of cage she’s looking for?”

“I, ummm, have no idea, this is a surprise to me.” I stammered out.

“That’s okay, a lot of women bring their girlfriends in for toys and chastity cages. Their girlfriends don’t know what their Mistress’s have in mind when they get here.” The clerk said.

“She’s my cous…” I started to say as Mary whapped me in the arm. Startled, I shut my mouth.

“Be quiet you, I’m here to make a purchase. You’re here to wear it!” she said in a completely new voice. Can we see some options? She’s never worn one before so we’re not sure.”

“Yes, they’re right over here. What size would work for you?”

“Hmmmm, not really sure.” She said, a bit puzzled.

“How big is she?” The clerk looked around and realized we were the only customers. “Why don’t you let me take a look, there’s no one else here, we don’t even have to go to a fitting room. “

“Show her.” Mary said in a commanding voice. It was a very sexy voice.

I pulled down the elastic waisted shorts along with the panties giving the clerk a good look at my small cock.

“Oh, good, a small nub cage would work. It might be tight at first, but her body will accommodate it after a few weeks. You’ll notice if she wears it a long time her thing will shrink. Get smaller. But I’m sure that isn’t a problem.” The clerk said smirking.

“Good, fine. Do you have one in black? Her little black cock in her panties.” Mary told the clerk.

The clerk giggled and said sure. She opened the locked case and selected one. “Let’s go to one of those fitting rooms after you buy it and I’ll give you hints on putting in on her.”

Mary took out her credit card and paid for the cage. The clerk suggested some lube to keep it from chafing and added that to the purchase.

We went into the fitting room and Mary told me to drop them all the way to the floor. The clerk added to kick one foot free. I had been getting a big aroused until we got into the fitting room and the clerk handed the unlocked cage to Mary and told her to set it down on the chair. She put a good bit of lube into Mary’s hand and told her to smear it around my balls and cock. The back ring slid on one ball at a time going into it and then my cock shaft. The tiny cage slid over my cock and the clerk told Mary to push it down. “Try not to pinch anything” she cautioned laughing. Mary pressed the button lock into place and it was caged, locked in. “Move around, see if that’s okay. It might be a bit uncomfortable, you might feel odd but that’s normal. All good? Then we’re done here. Enjoy your new life!”

We got back in the car and Mary said “see, no more cumming! No more PNC!”

“I understand. There’s two keys?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll keep them safe. We’ll see how you do after a month.”

“A month of no orgasms? I can do that. I think.”

“You can do that. You will do that. You do have fun being the real you, don’t you?”

The first week was difficult, the second a bit easier. By the third week I was resigned to it and actually enjoying no PNC. I wore my sexy clothes, played with my toys. Mary brought me a new one each week.

She came over at the end of the month and asked if I wanted out. I thought about it. I wasn’t missing my cock, and keeping clean and lubed wasn’t much of a chore. “No,” I told her. “I love being the female me without any PNC. One more month.”

“Oh, I like the way you asked for it. I brought you a nice big dildo, pull up that skirt and kneel down.” She took the lube and fingered me, then I felt the cold rubber cock head on my hole. It slipped in easy and Mary said “I see you’ve been busy with your toys, it slides in so easy.” She worked it in my ass for awhile and then kissed me and left.

Two weeks later she stopped by and I told her I liked not using my cock for pleasure, toys were fun! She said “good, let’s go for another trip.”

We drove along and chatted like two girls, it was wonderful. We pulled into a medical complex and I followed her to a Dr. Sally Brown’s office.

“We’re here for our appointment.” She announced.

“Yes, the doctor is waiting on you in room 3.”

We went down to room 3 and Mary continually refused to answer why we were there. Dr. Brown was a middle aged woman, her hair gracefully going gray. She wore scrubs and smiled at us.

At her direction, I took my shorts and panties off, putting them on hangers and got on the table resting my ankles in the stirrups. I figured she was going to check my package as it had been 6 weeks locked up.

Mary removed the cage and I was surprised by how much my cock had shrunk. Dr. Brown put on a pair of Nitrile gloves and proceeded to feel my testicals, ignoring my cock. “We got approval from the insurance, do you want to proceed?” she asks me.

“Honey, the doctor wants to know if you want to lose those nasty balls, you’d never have to worry about PNC agan. Didn’t you enjoy the past 6 weeks? You didn’t miss it, did you?”

“You mean castrate me?”

“Yes, remove those things forever!”

Dr. Brown added “It’s a simple operation, almost risk free. Three shots of a good local, zip zap with a scalpel and some stitches. You’ll be so much happier, really.”

I was sweating profusely, but I realized that my cousin was right. I had been happier. “Yes, take them!”

Dr. Brown picked up a green OR tent and spread it over my lower body as her assistant strapped my legs to the stirrups. A few shots in the area around my crotch numbed me well. I didn’t feel anything after the first shot.

I lay back and relaxed imagining my new crotch, just a cock that would shrink over time and be easier to tuck. I’d look better in panties.

Dr. Brown looked at Mary and said “You’ll have to go wait out front, it won’t take long. They’ll give you a prescription for pain meds and antibiotics you can fill on your way home.”

As she walked out of the door I heard her say “Be sure to take it all.”