\[ A fragment from a work in progress \]

Of course Ken was nervous on the days leading up to his first meeting with the lady surgeon. A number of his eunie-loony \[eunie-loonies are the eunuch analogue to fag hags\] friends offered to accompany him to give me emotional support but he told them he thought he could probably handle it alone. He was filled with some trepidation driving over to the clinic on the big day.

It was mid-afternoon on a grey autumn day. The clinic occupied an office suite in a small professional park.

The waiting room was bleak, plastic and chrome chairs lined the walls but it was blessedly empty. There was a big flat-panel video display on the wall showing images and info about transgender care which even included a short bit about eunuchs.

The mousy receptionist greeted him with practiced cheerfulness. After a few minutes the receptionist ushered him into the surgeon's office.

The surgeon was an Asian lady in her late 30's, somewhat petite but steady and confident. Her casual, warm manner immediately put Ken at his ease.

Her office was quite homey with potted plants and subdued decorative touches. It had the standard huge window in the wall behind her desk. He sat in front of her desk and watched people and cars come and go in the professional park behind her.

He had only expected a brief, 20-minute talk but the two of them ended up having a gabfest that lasted an hour and a half. She explained that she found that it helped for the patient and surgeon to get to know one another a bit before the surgery. She told him she was honored he had chosen her for this life-changing transition.

While they were talking the shadows lengthened and the outdoor lights came on. When she noticed it had become dark she got up and closed the blinds.

She quickly established that his particular preference was to become a eunuch. She nodded encouragingly and announced with a big smile, "Well, I'm going to help you become a happy and well-adjusted eunuch." Then she asked him whether he wanted to keep his scrotum or not. His choice was to keep it.

He asked her where she ddid the surgery. She pointed to a blank featureless door at the side of her office that looked like it could be the door to a utility closet and said that that it led to her work room. "That's where the magic happens," she said with a toothy grin. "No one is ever the same person when they come back through that door".

She informs him that she prefers to work on a patient using only local anesthesia. He tells her he knows since that was one of the reasons he chose her.

She asks him if there is anything else he would like to discuss and he takes the opportunity to admit he is a hardcore castration fetishist. This surprises her since those kind of people rarely seek actually castration. He goes on to tells her of his disturbing encounters with the sinister Change-Purse hunters and the Eunuch Family Values cult and how he had only narrowly averted being ensnared in their clutches. His susceptibility to these people made him realized he had to take matters into his own hands.

She expressed shock and disgust to learn that such groups existed that would prey on the weaknesses of men like himself. 

He then told her of his lucky acquaintance with the eunie-loony ladies. They were a real godsend, they have given him so much needed help toward achieving eunuchhood. The surgeon was happy to hear of the eunie-loonies kind and benevolent involvement. She said she had had a number of patients brought to her by them.

When he asked her about her past patients she said they were all very similar but the strangest one was her ex-husband. This really piqued his interest so went on to tell him her story.

They had been married while she was going through med school. Strong sexual attraction hadn't really been a big part of their relationship so when they settled into married life it was his submissive, almost infantile neediness that became the focus of their sex life. It just became easier for them both if she satisfied him by giving him handjobs.

As time went on, the dynamic in these handjobs seemed to change. It had started out as her kind of babying him. Then he had began to feel embarrassed and shamed by his exposure and manipulation by her. He felt she was beginning to gloat when making him spill his precious male essence. He felt devastated as she doted on his helpless spurting. And his libido was rendered totally nil for two weeks after each of these handjobs. He felt she was robbing him of his virility, his very manhood, but he couldn't help himself, he became totally addicted to the pleasure she gave him.

And he was right, she did come to dote on controlling him with her well-oiled hands and she did enjoy wringing so much intensity out of him that it left him impotent for almost two weeks afterwards. In fact, it was these sessions that inspired her to specialize in transgender care that usually included a surgery that removed a man's manhood.

Eventually they had grown apart. Their marriage dissolved and they had fallen out of contact. But she wasn't totally surprised a few years later to see her ex-husband walk into her clinic for a consultation. He explained to her that he had always harbored a secret longing to be a eunuch so when he finally decided to have it done it was a only natural he should choose her.

She confessed that it had been a surreal experience operating on those same genitals that she knew so well and had lovingly coaxed with her well-oiled fingers so many times all those years before. She felt a bittersweet pang of fulfillment when she made the second snip that completed his permanent emasculation.

All this talk had the expected effect on Ken who squirmed in his chair in frustrated arousal. She gave him a sweet, sly, sidelong look to indicate she realized how it was affecting him.

"Have you found our talk a little arousing?" she asked with a coy smirk. When he blushed and looked down she laughed merrily and said that she hoped he would be able to get some good masturbation mileage out of their talk. "Enjoy it while you can," she smiled.

Then she walked him out front to the empty waiting room. It was after hours by then and the receptionist had already  left for the day.

She shook his hand with her delicate little hand in parting and beamed warmly up at him, her face wreathed in smiles. "I know I'm going to enjoy snipping you", she said. His cock surged and he turned and almost staggered away while her merry laughter followed him.

He found out a couple years after his transition that she had been lying to him about not being aware of the Change-Purse hunters and the Eunuch Family Values cult. In fact she had acquired a couple human-scrotum change purses herself! He confronted her about it in a chance encounter in a local supermarket. She simply smiled, opened her handbag and calmly took out one of the change purses and held it up for to look at. She said, "Well, if a man needs a little change then why shouldn't a woman take a little advantage of it?" The soft, supple purse was decorated with patterns in lovely pastel pink and blue. "Ralph", she said.

"Ralph?" he parroted.

"Such a sweet and gentle guy. But he had such a lovely big sac I just couldn't resist taking it." She replaced the purse in her handbag, gave him a small wave goodbye and walked away.