The Wonders of the Unemasculated Male

The Wonders of the Unemasculated Male

Wonders of Emasculation

Wonders of Emasculation

A dream to some and a nightmare to others (with apologies to Merlin), emasculation can be either a reality or a fantasy. In fantasy, it can be attractive or horrific or a combination of the twain.

A Home Cunting Kit

by David Holly

My seventeenth birthday arrived on a Saturday morning. It was a glorious day in late spring, with only two more weeks of my junior year in high school to go. Then would come the summer with trips to the beach with my friends, long bike rides in the country, and other pursuits.

That evening my mom, my sister Kriston, and my aunt Veronica held a small party for me. I was surprised that they didn’t invite my friends Brody and Hayden, but it was just me and my three female relations.

After chocolate cake and mint ice cream, Kriston handed me my birthday present. It was a brightly wrapped box, about eight inches long and three inches tall. I shook it in puzzlement.

“I hope that this is something you want, Darryl.” Mom sounded terribly uncertain.

“Nonsense, Abby,” Aunt Veronica said. “It’s something that all the boys want now. They’re all having it done.”

“You’d best open it, Darryl,” Kriston said. “You’ve probably guessed by now anyway.” She grinned mischievously.

I grinned back and tore the paper off the box. The picture on the box showed a boy going from having a cock and balls to having a fully developed twat. The script said, “Cunt yourself at home.”

I laughed. “A home cunting kit. This is great.”

Mom issued a huge sigh of relief. “I was afraid that you would be against the idea.”

“Not hardly,” I said. “I’ve been wanting to have it done for months now. My friend Hayden is cunted, and Brody would love to go for it, except his pop won’t allow it.”

“So are you ready to go for it?” Aunt Veronica quoted.

“You mean tonight? Sure.”

We read the directions. The entire process took no more than an hour, but it was recommended that a boy shouldn’t attempt it alone.

“Of course we’re going to help you,” Kriston said. “Get naked, and we’ll set everything up.”

“Uh, you want me to get naked?”

“Of course, Darryl,” Mom said. “You can’t get cunted with your clothes on.”

Aunt Veronica laughed at my expression. “Besides, Darryl, who cares that we see your cock and balls? An hour from now, they’ll be gone forever.”

I laughed then because some guys at my high school had thought that cunting was temporary. Ferdie Hones, in particular, was pissed to learn that he’d cunted himself for life. Of course, all the cool guys were proud of their cunts.

By that time, I was naked. Aunt Veronica laid a piece of plastic over the big recliner and I sat down. After checking the instructions again, Kriston opened the bottle containing the green liquid. “Drink it all, Darryl.”

The liquid had a sweet creamy taste, and I swallowed until I’d drained the bottle. It was a concentrated Glutenhance compound that would femulate my ass. Cunted boys competed with each other regarding who had the shapeliest and most protrusive rump.

While I drank, Mom was using an aerosol spray on me. She went over most of my body, including my face. She was careful not to eradicate the essential hairs on my head or around my eyes. My body hair disappeared as if it never had been.

I was beginning to feel tingly, and my ass was swelling. “I’m femulating fast.”

The largest item in the kit was a jar of thick blue cream. “This is the cunting compound, Darryl,” Aunt Veronica said.

Of course, I already knew that. I’d heard lots of guys’ cunting stories, so I knew exactly what to expect. Mom and Kriston raised my legs and spread them while Aunt Veronica covered my dick and balls with the cunting compound.

The sensation that struck me was out of this world. I sprawled back in the recliner while the cunting compound reformed my groin. It wasn’t a painful sensation, but more of a crawling, shrinking, retracting one. I couldn’t see what was happening; nevertheless, I could hear my family’s expressions of amazement.

“Shit, look at it go,” Kriston exclaimed.

As my cock and balls disappeared and my twat appeared, my ass continued to femulate. I could feel it swell beneath me.

The eradication of my manhood took only ten minutes, but the cunting compound stayed on until my twat was fully developed. After an hour or so, Kriston suggested that they leave the compound on for another fifteen minutes. “Just to make sure that Darryl develops a really great clitoris,” she explained.

I’m pretty sure that they gave me more than fifteen extra minutes, but at last every speck of the cunting compound had been absorbed. They helped me stand up.

Kriston squealed with delight as she looked over my naked body, and Mom and Aunt Veronica were gushing sounds of approval.

I went to my bedroom where there was a full length mirror. I was completely female from the waist down, albeit hairless. The rest of my body had taken on a more feminine appearance too, although I didn’t have boobs. I was just as glad. I didn’t want them, even though some of the guys at my school took enhancers to develop breasts.

I slept well that night, and woke in the morning feeling thrilled with my new look. I arranged to meet Hayden and Brody to go bicycling, but I didn’t tell them about getting cunted. I wanted to surprise them.

My ass stretched the rear of my bicycle shorts, but they fit okay otherwise. I was going to have to get lots of new clothes, some before the next day. Kriston told me that I could borrow her panties and stretch pants for a day or so, but then I’d have to get my own.

I went out when I heard my friends arrive. Hayden laughed with glee when he saw me, while Brody gnashed his teeth with envy. Brody’s father had laid down the law: Brody could get himself cunted after he left home, but as long as he was living under his father’s roof, he damned well better keep his manhood.

Aunt Veronica came outside then. She looked at the bulge in Brody’s shorts and at his scrawny male ass.

“Your mother is a friend of mine, Brody,” Aunt Veronica said. “I’ll have a talk with her. We’ll find a way for you to get cunted soon.”

That said, it all worked out. I was a big hit at school that week, having become one of the cool guys. After an encouraging talk with Aunt Veronica, Brody’s mother exerted some secret pressure on Brody’s father, and Brody was able to get cunted before the last day of school. As the three of us went to the beach in our new bikini bottoms, we were proud to show off our cunted and femulated figures.

A Radical Gynocracy

A Radical Gynocracy

The women of the Radical Gynocracy have one question for males:

Are You a Man or a Muff?

If you answered man, think again!

The invention of the miracle drug Minibate has finally freed the Earth from the evils of male dominated societies. As males are forced to measure down with Minibate, they lose the power of penetration.

A Radical Gynocracy is a moving, shocking, hilarious prophecy of the twilight of male authoritarianism and the dawn of a glorious new gender.

Stealing the Mayor's Underpants

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