Chapter 7
Andy failed to erect when Miss Sharborne returned to that isolated little room. So it was a very simple matter of what was to happen to him.
"Your balls will have to be removed," she said. "Surgically. You will be put to sleep. When you wake up, you will no longer be a boy."
Andy begged and pleaded and cried at the massive woman's feet. Yet she never budged for a moment in her sentence as the naked youngster begged and begged for mercy. After he ranted long enough she made one small concession.
"After they are cut off," she said. 'They will be placed in a jar of alcohol and you may keep them as your souvenir of this trip to the hospital. It will also help you recall throughout your life how close you came to becoming a man."
"But-but-I still want to be a man," he sobbed in desperation.
"That's a silly childish desire," she said coolly to him. 'The removal of the balls is an actual liberation of the body. You'll enjoy an adult life much better as a woman."
"I don't want to be a woman," he sobbed over and over again.
"Once those testicles are removed," she said cheerfully, "you'll be given injections of female hormones. From then on, your memory of being male will seem like nothing more a than a bad dream."
Andy had struck one particular piece of luck, however. Miss Sharborne had planned on doing the operation right there at that moment in the hospital. But in order to do it, she needed access to one of the operating rooms. And they all were full and would be for the entire day. A nasty twist of fate for Miss Sharborne. Lucky for Andy's jewels.
"That makes it a little too risky to keep you here in the hospital," said Miss Sharborne aloud. She figured that it might be quite possible that police would be called in to search the hospital for the boy. If that were the case, her secret room just might be discovered.
"I think we'll have to move you out," she continued to plan aloud. "You'll come to my apartment. My roommate can watch and assist me in performing the operation there."
The boy shook his head and pleaded again. His little nude body was at her feet begging for mercy. But Miss Sharborne was as tough as the leather in her patent leather boots. And that's tough!
Miss Sharborne then turned her back to Andy and opened her purse for something. From it she withdrew a small bottle and a cloth napkin which she had stolen from the hospital dining supplies. She had also stolen some hormones to eventually inject the boy with.
She opened the bottle and poured some of the liquid onto the napkin. Then she sealed the bottle, tossed it back to her purse and turned to face her little male sex toy.
Andy knew he was in big trouble as soon as he saw the napkin. He tried to turn and run, but there was nowhere to flee to. Miss Sharborne cornered the boy and pushed the rag into his face, forcing him to inhale the fumes from the napkin. Instantly, everything began to swim around his head. He felt as if he were off on a cloud somewhere floating along.
He heard her speak to him. The voice seemed far, far away. "If you're lucky," she said, "you'll wake up as a pretty little girl."
And Andy was knocked out cold. His bare little male body slumped forward and into the devious hands of Miss Sharborne. She laid him out on the m'attress and leaned over him. She wanted to suck on his dick just once or twice more before she smuggled him out of the hospital.
It wasn't very hard to smuggle him out, despite the size of the growing boy She put him in a large laundry bag, doubled him over and simply walked right out, past the guards and to the parking lot. Doris, Rhonda and Dr. Landes never even came close to spotting her. Within twenty minutes she was in the safety of her own apartment with her little male prey.
"They'll never catch me here," she thought to herself. 'Those foolish nurses and that gay old doctor will be looking all over the hospital, but nowhere outside of it."
"What's in the bag, dearest?" asked Renetta's roommate as Renetta wandered through the apartment door with the large sack dragging gently behind her.
"A little boy," replied Renetta to her roommate, Felicia Quaine.
"A little boy!" replied Felicia in both amazement and horror. "From where!"
"I stole him from the hospital!" said the demented nurse. "I'm going to transform him into a little girl and keep him as a housepet."
Felicia was silent. She watched as Miss Sharborne opened the sack and pulled Andy out. Andy was still out like the proverbial light.
"Look at that penis," said Miss Sharborne. "Isn't it a cute penis. It's a shame that he was a naughty boy because his penis is going to be trimmed off as his punishment."
"Punishment for what?" asked her roommate in horror.
"General punishment," replied Miss Sharborne, estranging herself further and further from rationality. "The boy must be punished. I forget exactly what he did, but he'll have to be punished."
"But such a severe punishment?" replied Miss Quaine again.
"All punishment must be severe!" ranted Miss Sharborne. And she lay Andy's naked body out on the living room sofa.
As it happened, Miss Sharborne was more than Felicia's roommate. She was also her most intimate sexual partner. And Felicia had an appetite when Miss Sharborne returned home that day. So Felicia was willing to overlook the boy in return for a little fun.
"Darling," said Felicia. "Why don't you come and lie down with me. I think you've been working quite hard lately. You don't exactly seem yourself."
"Leave me alone," said Renetta. "I know what I'm doing. The boy must be gelded."
And Renetta sat down on the sofa and leaned over the boy again, licking at his sleeping dork and nibbling his balls.
Felicia was wearing only panties beneath a loose blouse and a pair of hot pants. And an extremely attractive girl was Felicia, too. She was only eighteen, after all. Her hair was red, both on her head and between her legs. She stood tall and trim with firm and supple young breasts as well as a nicely shaped rounded ass which Miss Sharborne usually loved to tweak and hold during intercourse.
But at this time, with the boy in the apartment, Miss Sharborne had no attention to give to the girl who loved her most.
Felicia loosened her blouse as she stood directly behind Renetta. The blouse revealed the cleavage between those two lovely young breasts. And Felicia put her hands on Miss Sharborne's shoulders as Miss Sharborne was busy sucking on, caressing the penis which was about to be emasculated.
"Damn it!" shrieked Miss Sharborne all of a sudden when the hands on her shoulders began to bother her most. "What the fuck do you want?"
Felicia recoiled at being snapped at so harshly and so suddenly. "I-I want you to love me," she said slowly to Renetta. "That's all I want. Just your tender loving touch on my clit and in my holes."
"Damn it," cursed Renetta, still frightfully angry. "It's always something, isn't it? Always some damned demand you must make on me!"
"Please Renetta," moaned the younger and softer girl. "Please. Look." Felicia slipped her blouse backwards and off her shoulders, revealing to Renetta those lovely white breasts which were crowned with two pink aureolae.
Felicia cupped her hands beneath each of the breasts and held them in a manner that strongly suggested that she wanted Miss Sharborne to suck on them or at least hold them.
"For you," said Felicia softly as Renetta stared up at her from where she was bent over the boy's balls. "For you," she said. "My breasts are for you."
Renetta was torn between her two loves. She was so terribly tense and anxious from her having to sneak out of the hospital with the boy. And yet she was still massively frustrated from her pussy being shortchanged by Ronnie's premature ejaculation.
The choice was tough. Then Renetta hit upon a workable solution. She could let herself fuck and be fucked quickly by Felicia. That would satisfy her. Then she would return immediately to her little boy. She had a thing for his cock. She decided she was going to keep it even after it was cut off.
So Renetta leaned forward from the sofa and let her mouth come right up against her roommate's left nipple. The nipple erected immediately as Renetta took it into her mouth.
"Oh, yes, Renetta!" moaned the girl. "Oh, yes! Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Renetta stepped from the bed. It had been a rough shift at that hospital. A woman's body would certainly be refreshing again.
Renetta reached for the zipper on her roommate's hot pants. Renetta's knowledgable hand unhooked and unzipped them easily as Felicia's cunt began to juice itself with excitement. She could already feel that inordinantly long tongue which Renetta had been blessed with.
Those short shorts slid down red-haired Felicia's long trim legs and fell to the floor. She stepped out of them .and was no sooner free of them than Miss Sharborne's hands were pulling at her silk green underpanties.
"Oh, yes!" moaned Felicia as the older woman still sucked her left tit while her panties were slipping away. "Oh, yes, Renetta, my darling. Explore my hairy red bush. Explore it and love it tenderly."
The panties were easily removed. Then Renetta picked up the girl and carried her into the bedroom. Just like the ladies had done many times before, Renetta plopped her down on the bed. Felicia wiggled across the bedspread in a mock attempt to escape her dyke lover. It was more exciting if the older and larger woman had to catch Felicia and pull her back. It made the love session a little more risque.
Renetta discarded her nursing uniform and the under garments quickly. She even slipped out of those high white silk nylons. And then she lay down on the bed naked beside her young roommate. And the naked ladies, their breasts pushing hard against each other, wrestled into a firm and torrid embrace. Their hands explored each other's breasts, rubbing with knowing thumbs on each other's erect nipples.
They were both hot.
Renetta wanted to fuck.
Renetta managed to turn her girlfriend over and held her from behind. Renetta nibbled at the girl's neck and held her breasts so firmly that it almost hurt her. Renetta's fingers caught those pink nipples and played with them in the manner that girls like best.
She loved to do it this way.
And Felicia loved it even more.
Renetta could feel here pussy crying for come.
She grabbed Felicia tighter.
"I love you," she whispered.
"My pussy!" whispered Felicia. "Please! My pussy!"
Renetta lowered her hand to the genital area of her girlfriend, she rubbed her forefinger over and around her girlfriend's clitoris. The clit was large and sensitive. Felicia moaned as soon as Renetta's finger even got close to it.
It was so hot.
She wanted to eat it.
"My darling!" moaned Felicia again. "My dearest darling!" And Renetta leaned around the girl's neck to permit their lips to touch in a passionate soul embrace, an embrace in which their tongues explored the inner secrets of their mouths.
And Renetta kept working on the cunt of her girlfriend. Felicia's fingers too made their way behind her to where they fell into a coarse patch of hair between Renetta's legs.
The forefinger slipped through the hair and came to rest on Renetta's clitoris. And what woman can fail to be moved by that?
Renetta released her remaining hand from her roommate's breasts. The ladies rolled into a position to face each other. And it was inevitable that within a few seconds the ladies were assuming that inverted position which all girls eventually know and love.
Felicia was on the bottom and she was the first of the two to open her legs. Wide went those long lean legs. The inner pinkness of her moist pussy revealed itself to Miss Sharborne, particularly when Miss Sharborne peered into it from a distance of only inches.
And why not? Her own cunt was frothing at the moment, too. And Miss Quaine's finger was hard at work in there.
Renetta opened her legs, too. And within a few more minutes, when the vigorous foreplay was finished, the ladies buried each other's faces into each other's hairy crotches.
Miss Sharborne drove her long tongue several inches into the pleasure pot of her girlfriend. It excited Felicia immensely to be loved by such a woman. And Felicia was terribly conscious of Miss Sharborne's hard, erect nipples pushing hard into Felicia's lower abdomen.
"Yes," moaned Felicia. "Oh, yes, my dear, oh, yes!" And she orgasmed onto Renetta's tongue.
With each pelvic thrust of orgasm, Felicia, facing up into that stinking wet cunt of Renetta's gripped harder on Renetta's massive buttock cheeks. She pulled them hard down on her and drove her wiggling tongue even further up Renetta's cunt.
Even a woman as hard as Renetta had to love it. All women love to have things shoved up their vagina, especially if the thing happens to be warm, moving and full of life. Renetta had once let six worms slither up her cunt and crawl around for two hours as she lay on her bed in anguished ecstasy. But that's another story. Lucky worms!
Renetta drove her own tongue back into Felicia's cunt as Felicia readied Miss Sharborne for an orgasm. The ladies each approached that orgasmic plateau with the same speed and intensity. And they were both brought to an intense climax at precisely the same moment.
"Oh, Shit! Fuck! Cunt! "moaned Felicia in little yelps that consistantly rose in their intensity.
"Cunt! Cunt! Pussy! Clit!" Felicia was a yelper, as many femme lesbians are when in the strong and able hands and fingers of their butch lovers.
Felicia's orgasm was strong and sustained. And so was Renetta's. Yet the words which Renetta was moved to whisper were to be her most fateful undoing.
"Oh, cunt!" she groaned as she felt her pelvis explode in ecstasy that all women seek for each other. "Oh, yes! Oh, Yes! yes! Oh, Andy! Oh Andy! We'll make such torrid love as two simple girls together!"
The words stopped him dead. He couldn't believe what he had heard. So that was her plan! Andy was to be horribly gelded and become a girl so that he could be Miss Sharborne's next lover. It was all too clear. And in the ecstasy of the moment, Renetta had revealed to her present lover that the future did not include her.
"Oh, shit!" moaned Renetta, barely realizing that she had betrayed her plans and been heard. "Oh, my lovely little Andrea!"
Andrea? Andy still had a long way to go. His nuts had to be trimmed off long before those female hormone treatments could begin.
The milky juice of orgasm was seeping through Felicia's cunt. Yet she pulled her pussy away from the woman who had made it orgasm. She pulled it away and she closed her legs. Felicia knew that this woman whom she loved so dearly was going to dump her. It gave poor Felicia a very hollow feeling inside. Hollow and sick.
Yet Miss Sharborne hadn't even realized what she had said. She couldn't account for the sudden cool behavior of little red haired Felicia. She didn't know why that red pussy had been suddenly pulled from her grip.
"Did I hurt you, my little dear?" asked Renetta. Renetta's own pussy was still in the rich, rich afterglow and a strange sustained orgasm.
"No," said Felicia, lying and holding back the tears. "I'm all right."
The ladies lay there beside each other for several minutes. Both had erect nipples as the affirmative after statement of their orgasms.
Renetta kissed her little lover several times and tried to bring her out of her suddenly cold mood. All of Renetta's advances failed.
"What the fuck's the matter with you?" Renetta finally barked at the little eighteen year old. "Stop your damned sulking and react to me now, or you'll get your punishment for your pretended frigidity." she said.
"I don't feel well," remarked Felicia slowly. Renetta was contemptuous. She was a nurse. She knew when people were faking it.
"Well you can lie there and sulk for all I care!" barked Renetta. "I sure can get some cold chicken in place of warm pussy."
"Don't speak to me like that!" screamed Felicia, sitting up quickly and glaring at the older woman who was humiliating her and demanding so much from her.
"I'll speak to you in anyway I wish to," snapped Renetta. "Especially when you pull a turkey cunt like this on me!"
"You bitch!" said the younger girl. "You absolute bitch!"
The words were hardly out of her mouth when Miss Sharborne's firm palm slapped Felicia across 'the face with a brisk hard shot.
Felicia cringed and swooned under the impact of the blow. Yet the bitch known as Miss Sharborne wasn't satisfied with a simple slap to the face. Next she smacked her lover across her firm young breasts. She hit her there twice. And it hurt. It hurt Felicia more than anything else had ever hurt her.
"Take that you bitch," she yelled at Felicia angrily.
Felicia was in tears as Miss Sharborne stalked out of that bedroom and back to little Andy who was still unconscious on the sofa. It was Miss Sharborne's plan to commence with the sex change immediately. Obviously, if Felicia was going to make a habit of those ugly scenes of unknown origin, she would have to be replaced quite soon.
Felicia lay on the bed sobbing profusely and growing increasingly angry and vengeful with each passing second. Then, through the door to the next room, Felicia could see Renetta returning directly to where she had sat over her captive boy.
"My little lover," Felicia heard Renetta say aloud to the little boy. "My little Andy would never be so hostile to me. That's why my little Andy will soon become the love of my life. A wonderful sex change will soon create a whole new little girl, my Andrea, out of my little Andy. Good-bye to that long but nasty penis."
Felicia was horrified. And yet she was even further repelled and incensed by the idea of being junked for some little freak who was to have a sex change. Felicia knew about all the teenage nursing students whom Renetta constantly seduced. Felicia could cope with that. But this was too much. Felicia swore revenge!
Felicia suddenly leaped to her feet and grabbed some clothes from a chair. She put a sweatshirt on over her naked lower half. She was too angry to even go in to the John and clean out her pussy.
She slipped boots on and stalked through the living room toward the door.
"Never will your penis know the agony of hair," Felicia heard Renetta saying to the boy. "I'll just keep you as my own little girl. My own little pet. You'll never know who you once were."
"Pervert!" cursed Felicia at the demented cruel nurse who was leaning over Andy.
"Fuck you," snapped Renetta. "Why don't you get out of here before I pour boiling bacon fat up your cunt to warm it up!"
"At least I can relate to other women," snapped Felicia. "That's more than you can do. You have to maim children for your kicks!"
"Andy will be a little girl like any other," retorted Renetta. "Not a tight cunted bitch tike you!"
"Your cunt's so hungry you ought to get an elephant to trunk you!" snapped Felicia as she neared the door. Renetta picked up a Reader's Digest and heaved it at her. Her aim was true and it caught Felicia right on the left nipple.
Felicia yelped. Renetta got up and charged her. Renetta had this mad desire to give Felicia a very genuine and very sincere thrashing.
But Felicia, aching tit and all, was too quick. She was out the door and racing for the back stairway. Renetta didn't follow. She simply shouted after her. "Don't come back!" she screamed. "Or you'll get a red hot poker up your cunt!"
But Felicia was already intent on her revenge. Renetta was going against the old adage about scorned women. In truth, hell hath no fury like a lesbian partner scorned!
Renetta returned to Andy to commence the preparations for the operation. And Felicia was already on to her vengeful course. Hanging in the balance were Andy's testicles.