My, my, what’s a stranger like you doing in a place like this? Getting all covered in that sticky blood stuff are we? Well, when shifting sex one has to take the rough with the smooth. But soon we’ll see if the saying really is right. Which one? Why ‘no cock, no bother’ of course. Let’s see what grafting one on will do eh?
The wheels of the trolley will take you into the theatre at
any moment. Any regrets? You’d better voice them soon, or you’ll be sorry later;
well, you’ll be sorry later anyway, but hopefully not because of this!
The blood? It’ll stop eventually. Then those little sperm of
yours will be shooting all over the place and we’ll have wished you’d never
bothered. But, hey, a sticky willy is better than nothing at all, isn’t it? But
you’ll know all about that soon enough.
I’ve sometimes fantasised about going through the procedure
myself, idly you understand. As a fetishisation of another’s dysmorphia it’s
quite refreshing change of pace; it really gets the mental juices flowing well
and good.
Ohp! Seems
like its time! Well, see
you on the other side, and have fun!
And keep a souvenir
for me!
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