This is a fictional story of a man who is being forced feminized by his ex-wife and I thought I would try to write a story from his account I would love to hear comments at bttm4u2@yahoo.com
My ex-wife woke me up this morning at 6 a.m. and she had a wicked smile on her face.
She said," You are so fortunate I was able to get you into the surgical center to get those balls removed and you can be on your way to being a true woman. Get up and get dressed in proper women's clothing since you will no longer deceive yourself."
I put on a bra and since I had panties on I didn't have to worry about that and so I went and put on a pair of a 2 piece pink jumpsuit.
Than she came in and said," Oh, don't worry about the make-up you aren't going to need it."
We got in the car and she took me to an outpatient surgical center and we walked in.
My ex-wife said," She wants to be neutered she won't be needing those testicles."
I was taken to a private surgical area and an an ethologist he came in and explained the process and put on the mask. I quickly was put under and the next thing I knew I woke up groggily and the surgeon was smiling.
He said," The surgery went smoothly and you are waking up the way you are supposed to."
I felt below my cock and my balls were gone and I felt the incision.
My ex-wife came back smiling and said," Yes they are gone you will be forever a good sissy and you will be a man's sissy."
Half-hour went by and my ex and a nurse came with a wheel chair and my ex took it after I sat in the chair.
She wheeled me out to the car and I got in and belted myself in. I pouted as I looked at myself in the 2 piece pink jumpsuit and my ex got in.
As she was pulling out she said," Oh quit sulking you know this is what you supposed to be I have tried for years to try to get you to be a man but I have found that is impossible to ask of you."
She said," You know it will get to a point where you will want to make the divorce permanant and I have the divorce papers now. You will not sign the divorce papers until your transition is complete."
We got home and I cooked her dinner and she ate dinner and I was eventually able to eat when she got done. By the time I got done eating and cleaning up the kitchen it was time to go to bed. After I put on the flowered pattern night-gown I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep knowing I would no longer be able to live my life as a man.