My Clipped Cock

Technically, right now I am an "It." A few weeks ago I was a "He." In another few weeks I will be a "She." The adventure is a celebration for me. I am doing everything right, and sensually documenting and sharing the adventure with my very-supportive and very-erotic friends.

This is the invitation to my special party back in April:

Summer
Ball of Balls

LeMensa Jette Maison

requests the honor of your presence
as she is beautifully sent off
to be gelded
with her wonderful friends to witness

the sensual ceremony will
take place beginning at
3 a.m. on April 8, 2002,
at 1800 Rue Devon, Toronto

strictly formal half-attire required
(tuxedoed men without pants,
and gowned women showing breasts)

This blooming orchidectomy
is part of the essential transformation
of LeMensa to her ultimate LeFemme

The event will be elegantly erotic
and your arroused attendance
will make it all the more perfect

RSVP

I had been seriously and sensually cross-dressing for months, with some flings in DRAG having gone on for years. It was time for me to become the woman I was meant to be. Fortunately, there is a doctor in Philly who does not require a lot of pscyho babble before he'll cut off your balls.

He knows that the transforming person needs estrogen and other hormones to start naturally developing a more feminine form, to start getting those sensitive nipples that will eventually have orgasms of their own. But before the female hormones can do the best work, one must rid the body of testosterone. The testes have to go.

The sooner they are clipped the better. The waiting line is not long, so once I made my decision and made the modest down payment, my only wait was to make sure I had the formal party I wanted before being snipped (the operation is technically an "Orchidectomy," which is the perfect name to excise the man and begin to flower as the woman).

The party invitation really tells the story of what came next.