Later that year when I was still 14 Caroll called all us girls together to announce that they had formulated a new surgery, this one was totally optional and had no bearing on our ability to have children or sex in any way. She explained the theory behind a penectomy and how it was performed on men who wanted to have sex reassignment surgery whereby the penis was essentially thinned down and repositioned to become a clitoris, the urethra was moved and placed some way below it, the scrotum was reconstructed to form the labia majora and minora of the female genitals and the subject castrated. The difference between this and Caroll's plans were instead of a pseudo vagina being constructed which was quite hard to do and required a long recovery period not to mention extensive dilating to ensure it did not close up again since there was no real need this would be dispensed with.
We were also not to be castrated at all as our testicles did provide a function, if only one of lubrication. The plans laid out required the testicles to be returned into the abdomen via the inguinal canals and the scrotum was reconstructed as normal to form lips which would ultimately cover the urethra when not in use. To prove the success of this new procedure one of the nurses was brought in in an operating gown.
It was stressed to us that volunteers were requested from among the staff and this nurse was the first to put his hand up, his sexual orientation was as a pure bottom and was able to orgasm from anal penetration alone and indeed had not had a hardon in a few years. Once positioned on the exam table Caroll showed us with a camera displayed on the overhead screen the result of the surgery. All in all it looked extremely neat, the newly formed clitoris could just be seen under its hood and a pair of healthy looking lips stretched down to end an inch or so short of his anus.
We were told that those of us who had partners, there were a few couples now, should go away and discuss it between themselves as it really should be a joint decision. The sexual relationship Nina and I enjoyed leant towards me being the more submissive although more experienced partner, this fact alone made us consider the new proposal very seriously. If you added in the fact that I experienced penetrative sex more and came less and less frequently by stimulation to my tiny cock sealed the deal. We agreed that I should go through with the operation and assume my rightful role as the slightly more submissive female role in our partnership.
Needless to say Caroll was thrilled, I was in her eyes at least, becoming more and more the woman I was destined to be from the very start.
For a week after the surgery I was in a lot of pain, my crotch felt bruised beyond belief and I simply couldn't close my legs for the first 3 days because of the pain. Slowly however I healed, my bandages were being changed only daily and not 3 times a day as previously but I still felt extremely swollen. Another week passed and another before I was deemed sufficiently healed to forgo the torment of reapplying layer after layer of gauze and being trussed up like a chicken ready for slaughter.
It goes without saying that the sex life between Nina and I was totally non-existent at this point, it was the longest I had gone without some form of sex for what felt like ever and to be honest, it was really getting to me. Without my at least daily release of fluids through orgasm it soon became obvious that I leaked copiously from my pussy, the drugs I had taken earlier in life to increase my production of seminal fluids had done their job well, it was estimated that I was consistently producing in excess of 30ml daily before my surgery (normal men's ejaculate is between 2 and 5ml) and now I certainly couldn't entertain anyone touching me. As a result of this I had an almost permanent wet patch in my pants and the bed sheets were being changed on a daily basis.
This did cause someone to think about what would happen during our hopefully inevitable pregnancy, if we went off sex because of our gravid nature this would surely happen again. It was suggested that we utilise panty liners or tampons. This was quickly dismissed as they simply were not absorbent enough, short term solution was simply the regular application and changing of wads of cotton wool.
It wasn't until a full 2 weeks after surgery that I was able to view my new vulva in a hand held mirror. To say that I was underwhelmed was an understatement and I started to cry.
Everywhere between my legs was black and blue, my new lips were swollen and distended, the stitches keeping me together were taught as they tried to restrain my poor flesh, I could make out the vaguest of shapes that could in a good light be mistaken for my new labia but it all looked so horrible. When Caroll came into the room to check on me she found me in floods of tears, bawling my heart out at the destruction of my crotch. I might not have particularly liked my little cockle but at least it wasn't hideously deformed or something you saw out of late 20th century horror films.
Caroll tried to console me but I was getting more and more worked up the more I thought about it, I barely registered the needle going into my arm and the coolness spreading throughout my body before darkness overcame me.
I have no idea when I awoke but I was not alone, both Caroll and Nina were there smiling as I groggily acknowledged their presence. I don't know what I would have done had it not been for them for the next few weeks, I probably wouldn't have survived. Slowly but surely the pain between my legs decreased, about 4 weeks after surgery the stitches were removed and the surgeon declared the result a success ... how can he call that mass of awful flesh a success. I was terribly depressed, I didn't want to look down there, I showered without ever touching myself down there, just letting the water run over me and hopefully cleanse me sufficiently.
I was berated on many an occasion for my unwillingness to keep myself clean, I had to promote proper healing but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Finally, between Caroll and Nina, they persuaded that if I wouldn't do what was necessary, Nina would shower with me and complete what I felt I could not.
These past weeks I had not allowed myself to be naked around Nina, I didn't want her to see the horribleness between my legs but constant pressure from those around me forced my hand. I found myself one night alone with Nina in our bathroom, dressed in my robe terribly nervous to show my body to the one I loved most, I almost couldn't bear the thought of her seeing me. I insisted that she stood behind me in the shower so that the full extent of the damage would be shielded from view.
As I stood there under the hot running water I felt Nina approach me, her hands wrapping around my waist as she stepped closer, content for the moment to cuddle me standing up. Her breath was hot on the nape of my neck and I momentarily allowed myself the luxury of reliving some of the previous occasions we had showered together. I felt her tiny cockle nestling between my buttocks as her hands travelled slowly up my body to cup my breasts, kneading them softly causing me to gasp. I pressed myself back against her increasing the pressure between us forcing her further between the globes of my ass.
Her hands tweaked both nipples simultaneously causing a moan to escape from my lips, oh god I had missed her delicate hands roaming over my body. I felt one hand reach out to the soap dispenser, a generous dollop of liquid soap automatically dispensed itself into the palm of her hand which was soon returned straight back to my left breast. The coldness caused an immediate erection of my nipple and again a moan escaped from me. She began kneading, spreading the soap around so that her right hand could take care of my right breast. I felt her nibble at the nape of my neck, then my earlobe, I could feel my juices stirring within me as the eroticism increased.
Slowly her right hand slipped down my front over my tummy towards my crotch, I almost missed the movement but a moments panic ensued. Sensing my rising consternation Nina whispers into my ear "trust me darling, I wont hurt you, nothing you are or how you look can make me love you less". Tears welled inside me, I did trust her implicitly but I was still scared, tears stung my eyes.
Her fingers glided over my hairless mons and I felt the first tingle emanating from my new pussy lips, my eyes popped open, I was not prepared for the pleasure I could feel, I was fully expecting pain mixed with revulsion certainly not pleasure. Since my legs were still tightly closed Nina's fingers could barely gain access so she continued down my inner thighs as far as she could reach before dragging her long painted nails back up towards my crotch, teasing my legs apart ever so slightly. Again I felt contact, another wave of pleasure and I involuntarily spread my legs allowing greater access to my new privates.
More soap was dispensed onto her caring fingers and I felt her probing the folds of my oh so sensitive skin. The sensations I was experiencing were nothing like I had ever experienced before, she expertly teased me, heightening my pleasure and I was soon humping her hand. I felt no pain at all only the occasional roughness of scar tissue. I was more pleased than ever that I had undergone electrolysis on my pubic region, I felt so smooth and sexual.
Nina's index finger pressed the folds of skin out of the way as she dragged it from almost the entrance of my pussy straight up, I knew my new clit was there somewhere waiting to be stroked but the enormous wave of pleasure that hit me as her digit brushed this new pleasure button was almost more than I could bear. She stroked it once and my knees buckled, stars blossomed before my eyes, I cried out in near orgasm ... oh my god!! ... how could anything ever feel this good, my breaths were hard and laboured, eyes clenched shut and mouth agape. I clasped her hand in mine in a reflex action but I couldn't stop her finger doing it again, the second stroke was even more powerful than the first and I could feel myself starting to cum, I knew any further teasing from her would send me so far over the top I would fear for my sanity but I also knew that I would simply die if I couldn't cum and cum now. Just as I felt her finger move again, 2 fingers of her other hand were at my pussy entrance and pushed in relentlessly, I couldn't concentrate on any hand on its own, as soon as I started to enjoy my hole being opened for the first time in weeks, her finger struck for a 3rd and final time.
My body convulsed and shook, my juices spurted from me around Nina's ministrations in my pussy, my legs gave out totally so I was being held up by my sex organs which only intensified this rolling juggernaut of feeling running amok through my body and the orgasmic scream that filtered eventually to my ears was mixed with my own sobbing cries of release.
Moments passed, I have no memory of how many, my mind was still trying to process what had happened, my body was still in a state of shock and quivering, I was still being held by Nina barely able to stand, her hand still between my thighs as I had clamped it there by a strength I didn't know I had. Every tiny movement of my body was accentuated by her fingers still on my new labia, I needed to release her hand as it was simply too much, my post orgasmic bliss was building into the warm fluffy cloud that my mind and body were retreating to and I needed respite from these feelings.
I regretfully removed her hand biting my lower lip to steel myself against the sensations this movement caused, even that was sufficient to start my blood boiling again and I turned to lean against the shower wall, not caring about the cold coming through the tiles against my burning skin. I opened my eyes focussing on Nina, standing there naked as the day she was born with her precious cockle at full mast smiling at me, lust in her eyes and love on her lips.
As I was leaning back, my legs spread naturally to enforce my balance, I reached out for her hand and brought her close to me determined to return the favour. I kissed her on the lips and wrapped my arms around her to draw her ever closer. She stood between my feet and leaned in pressing her body to me, our breasts mashing together, our erect nipples pressing into each other's flesh.
As our passions increased again she began grinding into me and her cockle naturally probed my labia, sliding between the fresh new and above all sensitive lips, too sensitive in this case. My moans were once again echoing around the bathroom and my peak was rising fast, I know I would never be able to hold off long enough for Nina to cum before I was long past a gibbering wreck on the shower floor.
With a supreme effort I pushed her away from me; the understanding in her face was evident. Slowly I reached forward with my mouth and began to tongue her neck, ears then travelling down her body, teasing one nipple with my mouth and the other with my fingers, swapping over occasionally to raise her blood pressure further. I reached with my free hand down to her erect cockle and gently massaged the blood engorged shaft stroking continuously until she practically begged me to suck her. Eagerly I transferred my mouth to around her cockle and sucked and licked the bulbous head into my mouth, I ran my tongue under her frenulum dragging the entire length of my tongue over her tender spot.
She started to move in and out of my mouth, pushing all of herself into me which I eagerly accepted keeping up the suction as her pace increased. I placed my hands on her buttocks so I could pull her into me, I loved the taste and feel of her tiny penis wanting and wishing I could have it in my pussy. I sensed she was close to cumming so I quickly buried first one finger and then another into her sweet flowing pussy, finger fucking her closer and closer to orgasm, I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, I could feel her juices flowing around my digits as she frantically humped my face groaning and moaning, her voice increasing in pitch and volume, telling me to suck her, fuck her over and over until with one final thrust she orgasmed harder than I have ever known her to, almost collapsing onto me but just managing to lower herself to the ground where she lay heaving and panting exhausted by her exertions.
I turned off the shower, knelt beside her and kissed her on the lips in a way only the deepest of love can produce. She responded weakly still unable or unwilling to let go the feelings she had just endured. I stepped over her to gather a towel for each of us passing the full length mirror on my way.
My reflection caught my eye and I regarded myself. This was the first time I had looked at myself fully nude since the operation, slowly I turned to face my own reflection my eyes drawn inexorably to my new looking crotch. Gone were the hideously deformed lips, I looked just like the few genetic women left and all those who had passed away. No longer did I have this tiny penis that was permanently tucked between my legs, instead I had soft folds of skin with a just protruding nub of a clit poking out and slightly down. There was still a small amount of skin bruising, the stitch scars almost totally healed so only a pale line could be seen. Other than that it looked almost identical to pictures and drawings of an early teens girls vagina.
Nina had turned over and was watching me "its beautiful" she whispered, I turned with tears in my eyes again and agreed. "It is"
I grabbed a towel for us each and helped Nina to her feet, still a little unsteady on her legs, and guided her into the bedroom. She practically fell onto the bed wrapped up in the towel for a well deserved rest, I lay behind her and cuddled until we slipped into a peaceful sleep.
It was early morning before I awoke, at some point during the night we had both shifted in our sleep to her spooning me. It took a few seconds to realise precisely what had woken me and I lay still enjoying the sensation of her breasts pressing into my back and the general warmth of her body. Her right hand was cupping my left breast with her fingers occasionally kneading my sensitive flesh, I wasn't even sure she was awake or whether she still slept. Either way her ministrations were peaking my interests again. I began to grind my bum back into her crotch felling her cockle grow and press into the valley between my cheeks as once again my juices started flowing. She moaned sleepily letting me know that her hands were working on autopilot, the knowledge that her unconscious mind desired me was most gratifying.
I continued grinding back, at some point her mind picked up on my cues and started pushing back into me forcing her cockle to rub right over my tender pussy but no matter how I angled myself or willed my hole to open I still couldn't get the head to pass past my sphincter, the pressure however felt wonderful.
She stirred awake slowly gradually returning to consciousness obviously liking the reason for coming out of her slumber as she continued moving her hips against me. We continued like this for some minutes just bumping and grinding against each other our passions steadily rising, my breast being handled roughly and my nipples tweaked mercilessly, mews of pleasure escaping from my mouth. One of Nina's hands began traveling down my body until it found my crotch, her fingers caressed my clit but without the benefit of the shower water it was terribly sensitive almost to the point of painful. Luckily Nina realised that some form of lubrication was required and her hand moved to my pussy, scooping up some of my copious juices before returning to their previous task. It appeared that Nina would not be happy until I was climbing the walls in orgasmic pleasure as she teased each breast in turn with one hand, flicked my clit repeatedly with the other, continued to press her cockle into the entrance to my pussy and was tonguing and biting my neck with abandoned passion. All I could do from this position was lie there and take it all in.
I felt her move, pushing me onto my back whilst squatting on her heels, she lifted my legs together and pressed them to my chest and then practically dove onto my pussy with her tongue out licking and tasting my juices direct from the source before pushing as much of her tongue into my hot willing hole as she possibly could. Her constantly moving tongue drove me wild as she licked, sucked and probed me inside and out. During all this I had my eyes tightly shut, mouth open gasping huge lungs full of air as my tortured senses were sent into overload again. Suddenly her mouth left my gaping hole and I felt her tongue drag its way up the crack between my labia, it took a few moments for realisation to dawn on me as to what her eventual aim was but by the time I had figured that out, her lips had attached themselves around my clit.
My mouth opened into a soundless scream, my brain unable to comprehend the sheer enormity of pleasure that flooded my body as I immediately began bucking into her face in instant orgasmic bliss holding her head to my crotch as my body shook way beyond my control again.
Coming down from this latest orgasm took forever, I felt like I was floating on a pink cloud of pleasure. I was barely aware of Nina moving back up the bed to cuddle me as I slowly regained my senses. It felt very sensitive between my legs, the most modest of movements caused spasms to wrack through my body, in the end I simply had to lay there with my legs spread until I had come down completely from my latest orgasm.
Over the next few months Nina and I had the most fun with my new toy, she would take great delight in tormenting me with her tongue whilst in a 69 position and I had her cockle my mouth, fingers busy in each other's pussies bringing an endless supply of wonderful orgasms to each other. One of our favourite positions was with Nina squatting on her heels and my legs high in the air pressed tightly together, her cockle poking between my thighs and rubbing my clit whilst she fucked my legs to wondrous orgasms.