The Wrong Cutter
Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 5:57 am
The procedure had been set up for me by a friend. He found someone who would take my testicles and penis, as long as they could keep them, for free. I was so excited and worked myself into a frenzie with excitement and anticipation of my dream actually coming true.
It was set to take place at a hotel in Tampa. I arrived a day in advance out of excitement. My friend who set it all up had called me several times to make sure I was still going to go through with it. I assured him that I was. After all, he knew that I had yearned for this for a very, very long time, and had been very unhappy for years.
He ended up showing up a couple hours before the "cutter" did so we could talk and maybe have a drink or two (which I did!). I was still extremely excited about it finally happening. I had no worries about the procedure or anything at all. It just felt already like a huge load had been lifted off my shoulders.
The knock on the door came. My heart started to pound. My friend (by the way, his name is William) answered the door. Come on in, he said. All I remember hearing was a female's voice. I never thought to ask about that, credentials or anything. I had always imagined that I would have this done by another man.
I gave the customary pleasantries, hello, how are you? blah, blah, blah. Both William and (I won't give her name) she instantly picked up on my voice, mood, what have you, and knew something wasn't right. I tried to assure them that all was well.
As we sat there and chatted for a while, I was able to let the two of them do some talking while I sat pretending to be listening to them but was really having a huge conversation with myself in my head. Could I let a woman do this? And SHE is going to keep everything? Whoa, this was starting to take on an air of uncomfortability for me.
I ended up being honest with them both with my feelings, thinking they would fall on sympathetic ears. To my surprise, "she" was angry. I apparently wasted her time and energy to the point where she was literally demanding that I go through with this. My friend was trying to reassure me that I should follow through with this, that it was just my nerves making me apprehensive.
Needless to say, everything is still intact. I am still looking for a man to do this for me.
It was set to take place at a hotel in Tampa. I arrived a day in advance out of excitement. My friend who set it all up had called me several times to make sure I was still going to go through with it. I assured him that I was. After all, he knew that I had yearned for this for a very, very long time, and had been very unhappy for years.
He ended up showing up a couple hours before the "cutter" did so we could talk and maybe have a drink or two (which I did!). I was still extremely excited about it finally happening. I had no worries about the procedure or anything at all. It just felt already like a huge load had been lifted off my shoulders.
The knock on the door came. My heart started to pound. My friend (by the way, his name is William) answered the door. Come on in, he said. All I remember hearing was a female's voice. I never thought to ask about that, credentials or anything. I had always imagined that I would have this done by another man.
I gave the customary pleasantries, hello, how are you? blah, blah, blah. Both William and (I won't give her name) she instantly picked up on my voice, mood, what have you, and knew something wasn't right. I tried to assure them that all was well.
As we sat there and chatted for a while, I was able to let the two of them do some talking while I sat pretending to be listening to them but was really having a huge conversation with myself in my head. Could I let a woman do this? And SHE is going to keep everything? Whoa, this was starting to take on an air of uncomfortability for me.
I ended up being honest with them both with my feelings, thinking they would fall on sympathetic ears. To my surprise, "she" was angry. I apparently wasted her time and energy to the point where she was literally demanding that I go through with this. My friend was trying to reassure me that I should follow through with this, that it was just my nerves making me apprehensive.
Needless to say, everything is still intact. I am still looking for a man to do this for me.
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