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[F]Female Eunuch
Submission Date: 2000-11-28By: LadyDeath
[Clitorectomy] [Gay]
A woman describes how her female lover became sexless by choice.
It is hard to love.
Jenny and I met while we were in school. Both of us were assigned to the same dorm room that year, and our love grew with each passing day. I found that there was some difference between her and me then, not physical, but mental.
She disliked it when I would make love to her clit. Her revulsion at my touching of her sex was hindering. She would lavish upon my breasts and upon my clit and vagina all the attention that I could stand and then some more, but there came a time when she would not allow me to touch hers at all.
Jenny was but an average woman. Brown of hair and eye, slender. She wore clothing that made her seem sexless. I was of red hair, and green eye. Slender, with small breasts.
She underwent therapy for her ‘condition’. They wished her to learn to accept being a woman, for it was obvious that she would never in her life be male. That went on for years.
Then it happened. . .
“Alice,” she said to me in our apartment. My head lay upon her lap. “I have come to a decision, my lady love, I cannot remain like this, not now, not ever. I hate this.”
“I know, my love, but there is nothing they will let you do.”
“I have chosen to do so myself.”
And so she had. She had managed to save a lot of money over the years and now, she wanted her operation, whether the docs would give it to her or no. She told me that she had contacted a doctor who would perform the operations.
The doctor herself was a practicing plastic surgeon, who had chosen to do some sideline surgery. We were to go to her office on a Saturday, park away from the building, and enter through the back. It was common for her to do paper work on a Saturday, so there was no question about that; however, it was rare for her to operate in such a manner.
The Doctor was older, slender, and graying, but nice in so many ways.
The operations were to be easy. First would be the removal of Jenny’s breasts. She would be left without nipples, by her own request. Then would come the intensive surgery. Jenny’s ovaries, uterus, and vagina were to be removed. Once that had all be done, Jenny’s clit and labia were to be removed.
I drove the car to the back, and very quickly took my lover from where she had been altered. We carried a container that held her former organs. It was something of Jenny’s request that we dine upon what was once hers.
It has been two years now, and though there have been problems, we still love each other. There are no scars to mar her skin any more, now she is perfect to her eyes, a sexless person, and a great lover.
