I found a clearing, pulled my panties down to my knees and began to squat down. “Hold on, that’s no good, I can’t see anything,” I heard Steve...moan from behind me. “Well, what do you want me to do?” I asked.Steve thought carefully for a moment (it’s amazing how much effort and concentration he is prepared to put into issues like this!) before giving me my instructions. “Stand up, take your knickers off completely and then lean forward with your hands resting against the tree”, he ordered. I did. When the medtechs lifted me up I just felt sohelpless I lost it and started to sob. "Please don't make me a woman,"I begged. I could see they felt sorry for me but this was their duty. Iwas strapped in, given the spinal block and then... The syringesentered my balls. It was done. I was about to become a woman andnothing could save me now. All I could say was a steady mantra of 'no,no, please no'. It did no good whatsoever. Over the next few hours myballs turned into ovaries and my once 8" dick. I caught Irv checking me out, almost laughed at his awkward attempts to be discreet. Zach noticed it too and we smiled at one another knowingly. He looked so much like his dad, a couple inches shorter, but the strong features, fair coloring and the fine hair texture were very similar. Irv Ginsberg, I thought, was the template for Zach’s future, middle age self. By 5:30 we were all dressed for dinner. Zach wasn’t much help in suggesting a wardrobe, so I packed what I thought appropriate for the. Animal roared and in just a couple of minutes the hospital corridor was clear of screwballs. They ran every which way to escape whoever was eating body parts.I saw Junior who lost his cherry a few times the previous night to Brenda and Connie with a big smile. He held a real familiar looking red rubber bag in his hand. "I give one of 'em an enema," he said proudly.The little candy striper was holding on to his arm, smiling adoringly up into his face. "He gives the best enemas. I never had one.