The way they went silent as we neared, and all stood there staring at us told me as well as my instincts, that something was up.A particularly cheeky ...oung blond girl suddenly broke the silence as we passed, calling out in her cheeky common accent, "Hi Teresa! Aren't you saying hello to us?"Mum stopped and spoke to them, exchanging small talk about what they were doing at college etc, as I fumed uneasily.As we walked off then, the girl shouted, "Teresa, can I smell your BUM?" and they all burst. I am blissfully unaware as I bury that larger split butt plug into my now gaping and well lubed hole. It slides in and out fairly easily initially but once in all the way it opens up and stays put. It applies just the right amount of pressure on my prostate and gently tapping it or applying a small vibe that I always have at the ready to the base of the plug will bring me close to climax then and there. Way too soon for that.I slowly turn around in the throws of ecstasy close to coming judging. "Now just finish eating because just watching you eat iskilling me. You're that adorable in that Barbie outfit, little sis." Maybe I should eat slower then?" joked Owen."Well I wouldn't if I were you, because we'll only have an houroutside before public school ends," said Sabrina, looking at the time,biting into her sandwich. "But if you don't care about those kidsseeing you looking this cute, then whatever? Eat slower?" I'm not going outside like this?" replied Owen, half choking."AAhhhh yeah?. Ever since starting my transition six months earlier as a sissy, I hadbeen obsessed with ridding myself of the unsightly presence between mylegs. My male organs grossly disgusted me. Wearing hard gaffs toflatten my pubic area did no good. No matter how expensive or tightthey were, the presence of my male shame could still be detected.Hence, the news of the possibility of an orchiectomy was a much welcomerelief. But there was another reason why, upon diagnosis, I had decidedto schedule surgery.