Well, I guess suddenly being of Asian descent is weird, too.I couldn't believe this is happening to me.I looked at my reflection. I was wearing this ...lack tank-top with abizarre skull on it and lots of little red lightning bolts dancing aboutit. That was more punk-ish than my style, but it was closer to what Iusually wore than the red and black checkered skirt I also had on. Or thered and black block leggings. I couldn't walk in the heels she offeredme, so Cindy mercifully put me in some black. I could guess what was happening. I could hear some muffled moans and grunts.I sat down on a sofa and waited for them, while I sipped a glass of red wine.A while later Bob came out. He had a towel around his waist, so I could not see that nice cock I had expected to see…Justin came out. He was naked, sporting a nice dick size; but he had some pain expression in his handsome face. When he bent over the bed I could see his gaping rosebud. It had received a very evident rough treatment…Bob later. He also affirmed that erections and orgasms were still possible although harder to achieve.Sam felt that it would be best done right away and following the signing of consent forms I was booked in for the surgery that afternoon.I came around about 6.00 in the evening and gingerly felt my bandaged scrotum. It was very tender but my balls had indeed gone.The nurse came in and told me that I could go home in a couple of hours however apparently Sam was busy and wouldn’t be able to pick me up until. Every part of me tingled. I felt strangely like Idid the night before when Sir John had made love to me. "Oh my God, didI just say that?" Was another one of those same orgasms building justfrom simply being so perfectly and completely dressed as a sissy? Ieven felt my eyes moistening up!Clearly controlling my little peenie would be an issue. Still, I couldnot remove my eyes from the mirror. Something larger and far moreprofound than a pantyboy stiff peenie was going on.Even Maria and Anna were.