I accidentally became a lesbian

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I'm a 20-year-old plumber. One day, at my usual bar, I noticed a beautiful woman and
tried to strike up a conversation. We had a pleasant chat.
Lisa was a very likable girl. She had short black hair, cherry lips, and often wore short skirts or hot
pants with t-shirts. Platform sandals made her look taller than me. I was immediately captivated by her. Although she
was clearly a lesbian, I couldn't help but fall in love with her and her friends. Because I'm a guy,
she was initially very reluctant, but we started dating anyway. Gradually, she got used to me.
Lisa was a college student, and her dream was to become a doctor. We were a perfect match. Lisa enjoyed
being with me and liked my humor, but she never allowed me to have sex with her. I had a
very high sex drive and masturbated twice a day. Lisa usually just helped stimulate my sexual fantasies.
A year later, I proposed to her. She said yes, but on one condition: I had to accept her same
-sex relationship. That wasn't a problem for me. In fact, I was in a good mood when she was with her female companion
. Actually, I wanted to join them too. Just thinking about it made my little brother hard.
Lisa was 23 and I was 21. We got married just before she was about to graduate with her medical degree. We had
a big party, and relatives and friends came. Lisa looked radiant in her snow-white wedding dress. It was
the first time she had ever worn a long dress. Her parents were happy that she had chosen me because they thought I could help her overcome her homosexuality
.
After the wedding, we went to school because we planned to spend our first night together in Lisa's dormitory.
But she took me somewhere else. Even so, I was happy to follow her.
We went into a dimly lit room. In the middle of the room was a rectangular table covered with a white cloth.
She made me sit on the table, and I did. Her tongue licked my lips, teeth, and gums. I closed my
eyes and enjoyed her sweet kiss. Suddenly, I felt her stroking my wrist. I heard two crisp
metallic clicks, and then my arms were no longer free. While she was helping me take off my pants, I looked around:
my arms were tightly bound to the table with leather straps. As I wondered what was going to happen next, she
also bound my left ankle to the table, immobilizing my leg. "Don't worry," Lisa said, "I'll treat
you well tonight. Please don't mind the straps; everything I'm doing is for your own good. Stay calm and don't
do anything. Tonight, you'll have an orgasm like never before." She made it sound like I could still do something
! Bound so tightly, what could I do? So I simply lay down, and then she bound my
right ankle to the table as well. My legs were spread wide, and I couldn't move any of my limbs. I said, "Oh, Lisa
, I thought we'd have ordinary sex tonight. Our first time! I didn't expect you to like
bondage so much. I just wanted to make love to you, darling."
Lisa kissed me and then left. When she returned, she had changed into her nurse's uniform—
white shorts, white stockings, and white flats. She began to undress me. Because my upper limbs were immobilized, she
couldn't remove them, so she cut my tuxedo open with scissors. A few minutes later, I was completely naked.
"Lisa, you're crazy! My dress. Do you know how much it cost me? Forget it, let's leave it at that and just
enjoy the night like any other newlyweds," I said.
Lisa didn't say anything. She kissed me and stroked my penis until it was fully erect, a full 18
centimeters. Suddenly, she began applying cream from a bottle I hadn't noticed to my entire genitals. Her
fingertips made circular motions on my balls and penis, which felt incredibly good. I couldn't help but groan,
completely relaxed. This woman was a little crazy, but I truly loved her. She was my wife now, so
I had no reason not to let her do as she pleased. I just wanted to make it good tonight, our first time,
my first time. Whatever she did, I felt good. Although the foreplay was a bit unusual, it was better than nothing
, I thought.
Now Lisa was on top of me, her tongue passionately sweeping across my chest, caressing and sucking my nipples,
and telling me how much she loved me. I couldn't move, quietly enjoying the pleasure she brought. I was
completely relaxed. Twenty minutes later, she left again, returning with a bucket of water. She used a sponge
to wash my genitals, and in no time, not only was the cream removed, but even my pubic hair was gone.
Now, my groin was clean. My penis became thicker and harder than ever before. Because the washing
process was so stimulating, I almost ejaculated. I said, "Lisa, why have you never told me you
like my penis to be hairless? If I had known, I would have shaved it all off long ago." Lisa replied
, "Darling, I know you would. But I like to caress you and stimulate you this way."
As she spoke, she smeared another liquid on my genitals. I felt a burning sensation on my skin. Now she began to
lick my penis. Her long, wet tongue licked from bottom to top. She took my penis into her mouth and began to suck. I
trembled involuntarily; I knew I was about to ejaculate. Just as Lisa was sucking rapidly, I suddenly felt
a sharp pain in my genitals, like burning, or like being pierced by thousands of silver needles. I screamed, "What are you doing?
You're bleeding!" I looked up and saw what had happened. Lisa was holding a blood-stained scalpel,
removing my scrotum and testicles. I was shocked, then fainted from the pain. Fresh blood was flowing down my thighs.
Lisa wrapped my wound with forceps and bandages that she had apparently kept under the table beforehand. I turned my head and
started to cry. Lisa came over, stroked my hair, and kissed me, saying, "Everything will be alright. Don't worry.
I'll give you painkillers and local anesthesia." "You damn bitch, you castrated me. You married
me, you promised to have sex with me, and now you've castrated me. This is a damn wedding night, you know?
" I murmured. Lisa didn't answer, but gave me injections in my genital area and arm. Gradually,
I felt less pain, but my lower abdomen still burned.
Lisa leaned closer and said, "Lie down, darling. I love you. Everything I'm doing is for our own good."
You know I'm gay. That will never change. I can't even stand
the thought of being fucked by a man. But we love each other deeply, and we're destined to be together. And the only way to live together
is to remove your male genitals. Your sex drive used to be so strong, but it won't be anymore. Now you can be
my partner, serving me and my friends.
I couldn't fully understand what she was saying. The painkillers and everything that was happening suddenly made it impossible for me to think clearly.
Lisa took out a clean, long plastic tube. I couldn't guess what she was going to do next. She wrapped a jelly-like substance around the tube
. She inserted the tube into my penis, and I felt the end of the tube reach the exposed
urethra, then the tube slowly went into my bladder. I realized then that she had inserted an intubation catheter. After
the tube entered my bladder, I could feel the urine flowing down the tube.
I wanted to ask Lisa what she was doing, but everything that was happening terrified me, and I didn't dare to ask any more questions.
I tried to relax, feeling the dull pulse where my testicles used to be. Then Lisa began toying with
my limp penis. At first, it didn't seem to have any effect, but after a few seconds, it became erect. I lay there,
wondering what an orgasm without testicles producing sperm would be like. I had imagined my wedding night would be
different. I was stunned by the intense pain I had just experienced and by Lisa's actions. I couldn't do anything—I
couldn't move, and I dared not speak. Lisa's hand moved up and down, and just as I was about to climax, she stopped.
She knelt down and took something from under the table. I guessed it might be a clamp or something.
When she placed a clamp next to my penis, I knew I was right. Lisa pressed my lower abdomen
down until it was below the base of my penis. Then, Lisa clamped my penis with the clamp. The clamp was very tight, and
my penis became even more erect. I didn't know what she was doing, but it felt good. My penis throbbed powerfully
until I felt the pain of being clamped. Lisa picked up the blood-stained scalpel again. It felt like a blow to the head:
she was going to cut off my penis! I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The scalpel touched the very
base of my penis, followed by the familiar, sharp pain. I saw blood splatter. It splashed onto Lisa's white pants, and dripped
onto her shoes.
Lisa made a circular cut along the base of my penis. The cut was just deep enough to sever some blood vessels. Due to
the clamps, my penis remained stiff. Gradually, the scalpel cut deeper and deeper. Finally, my penis hung
between my thighs. The only thing connecting it to my body was the catheter that had just been inserted. Lisa pulled my penis
out. I remembered the stinging pain when the plastic tube was inserted. But now, as she pulled the useless penis out,
I felt nothing. I trembled as she threw my penis on the ground. Lisa cleaned away the muscles, nerves, and ligaments that had connected my penis
and scrotum. Then she
took a piece of skin tissue from the remaining small portion of my scrotum and covered the wound from the removal of my penis. Next, she made a hole between my legs,
inserted a catheter, and then sutured the urethra. Finally, Lisa inserted two drainage tubes, sutured the wound, and bandaged
it. The surgery was over.
She pushed me in a wheelchair to her apartment and helped me to bed. I cried myself to sleep.
A few days later, the bandages were removed, and Lisa took out the drainage tubes. I was still covered in bruises, and the catheters
weren't removed for two weeks. For two weeks straight, she kept giving me painkillers. I felt very weak, sleepy
, and powerless. I knew what she had done to me, but I couldn't think any further. Our friends and relatives
all thought we had gone on our honeymoon, but we had actually spent four whole weeks in Lisa's apartment. After four weeks,
my wound was completely healed.
It healed very well, smooth and hairless. There were no scars to be seen. Only
a small urethral opening was visible between my legs, near my anus. Lisa had preserved her bladder muscles intact, so
I had no problem urinating. When I went to the toilet, I had to squat, and sometimes urine would spill onto my thighs
.
She really took care of me, comforting me constantly. For the first three weeks, I couldn't speak. After stopping the painkillers,
I began to clearly realize my situation. I was completely castrated. My sexual urges, the ones that drove me
crazy, that drove me to masturbate incessantly, were gone without a trace. Sometimes, I didn't
respond to sexual stimulation. Now, there was a blank space between my legs. I was somewhat fascinated by this emptiness, and I liked
to touch it.
I considered my possible options. Without a doubt, I was castrated for life. No one could help me regain
my male characteristics. I could leave Lisa, I could sue her, but that would mean publicly revealing my embarrassing
situation. I wouldn't have children, and it was very likely that no woman would want to live with me. For the rest of my life, I
would remain alone. Another option was to be with Lisa. We got married. She loved me; she loved my
castrated body. So, I decided to submit to fate.
I lived with Lisa. I was allowed to be present when she and her friends made love. I liked
lying next to them while they made love. Sometimes, they would let me lick their vulvas.
I quit my job. Lisa opened her own clinic, and I took care of all the housework. We
lived together like best friends. When she needed it, I satisfied her with my mouth. I began to enjoy my new life. Nothing
could arouse me anymore. All the "dirty" body parts and dirty thoughts disappeared
. I pierced my lower lip and started growing my hair short, just like Lisa and her lesbian friends.
Recently, Lisa talked to me about taking estrogen. Whatever decision she made was for my own good. I
was her happy eunuch. If she wanted to transform my body into a woman, I wouldn't object.

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