Nancy - Nancy and Judy Get Cut
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Nancy and Judy Get Cut
Submission Date: 2003-04-15 By: Nancy [Bi] [De-hooding]
Having convinced themselves of the advantages of getting their hoods cut off, Nancy and Judy go to the hospital.
We had arrived at the hospital at seven thirty in the morning and now we were on two gurneys waiting for our trip to the operating room, the excitement building. Judy had won the draw to go first and when they wheeled her away I felt lonely, but I lay back and thought about the increased joy we would soon experience. In what seemed like no time at all I was being wheeled down the hall. I passed Judy, who was coming back. She winked and wiggled a twinky at me. I waggled back.
On the operating table they placed a green curtain across my stomach, but I could see a little of my exposed twat in the domed overhead mirror as busy hands applied antiseptic. Then I felt a sharp pain as the needle went into my pudenda, followed by a steadily increasing numbness. I saw too the lip spreader do its work.
"I'm ready to begin, Nancy," Ruth's voice came to me from behind her mask and the curtain.
I closed my eyes then, but I could hear her giving instructions and making comments to the trainee that was observing about how she was trimming so that the result would be very neat. Then her clear voice said "Suture." and I knew she was almost done. It had taken so little time.
"Do you want to see what I've taken away Nancy?"
"Sure," excitedly.
She waved a pair of clamps past the curtain that held a snippet of skin, one short wrinkled edge, and one long curving edge that was an open raw slice. I wiggled with delight, and tried to imagine what I looked like down below. Soon I was on my way back to our room.
When the local anesthetic came out Judy and I were pretty sore, but quite mobile. We wanted to look! We removed the sanitary pads that had been taped on for dressing and presented ourselves to each other from the side of our beds, prying our lips open.
"Wow!" "Wow!
"Nice huh?"
"Yeah! Permanently exposed clit heads. Wow! I mean the black and blue color at the incision looks odd, and the stitch looks ugly. But all that will all go away soon enough. The important thing is that clitty looks really cute. I wonder if a guy thinks 'Wow, a permanently exposed pecker head' the first time he sees it, you know, if he gets cut when he's a teenager or older?"
"Well, he should. This is a special moment. Clitty bare forever!"
"I wonder if Jack would really like to have his cock bare headed all the time? I'll have to find out."
"I'm too sore to make my clit big right now, but what do you say that if either of us gets stiff we let the other know and we'll compare how they look again?"
"You bet."
Jack and Bob came to visit at noon, and they took turns guarding the door while we showed off, and of course there were lots of hug and kisses (not both up and down though, unfortunately). We let them do the work of removing the dressings and parting our lips, well Bob took off the pads and they did their own inspection of both of us. These were two really excited guys - like having new toys at Christmas. When Judy saw that they were bulging their pants out she warned them about not getting too horny 'cause they'd have to wait for us if they wanted real satisfaction.
At three o'clock Ruth dropped in to see how we were and to make her own inspection. She was wearing nice brown lizard pumps, a dark brown narrow skirt, and I could see a bit of a beautiful creamy polished silk blouse under her lab coat. Very pleased that we had zero bleeding and very satisfied with the neatness of her work, she thought we could go home tomorrow.
"Well that's my last round for the day. I'm off duty now. My husband Doug is picking me up at four for an evening out," she said as she slipped off her lab coat. "I'll just stay and visit for a few minutes if that's OK?" as she sat down.
I looked to check out her silk blouse and was startled to see a single tit bobbling gently against the delicate silk. "I... How nice.... Oh that's gor.... I never realized how beau.... Um, you look...."
"I think what Nancy is trying to say is 'What a beautiful single breasted blouse you're wearing.' I agree with her. When was the decision made to adopt that style?" Judy rescued me.
"Yes," I found my tongue. "I've never noticed. I guess I've never seen you without your lab coat before."
"Well thank you, both of you. I'm very proud of it. I was pleased with both of them before they found the cancer, of course, but I feel now that this one is really special. The decision, Judy, was made for me just over two years ago. There really was no choice, and I deliberately chose not to ever wear a 'falsie' because I can't stand being phony. This is me, and I always go braless for special occasions. More often if I can. As you can see I don't intend the evening's fun to end until long after Doug and I are home tonight."
"I've never had the chance to see a single breast before, that is, alone by itself," I said. I'd always imagined it would look so, you know, unbalanced or something. You don't look that way. It actually looks inviting some how, if you'll pardon me saying so."
"Not at all, I hope it is inviting. I think I told you that Dr. Johnson had done some work for me. Well, he assisted my surgeon and then did some tidying up afterwards so there is absolutely no scar. Would you like to see?"
She clicked to the door on her lovely heels and put out the No Disturbance sign, closed the door, then opened up her blouse. She was right. There was no scar, no bulges, no nipple, and no breast on her left side. Just a totally bare smooth chest on one side, with a beautiful breast, the pink nipple starting to rise out of its surrounding delicate pink ring, capturing your full attention, on the other.
"Mnnn," I said, inadvertently touching my tongue to my lips. "That is both attractive and inviting."
"I always understood that having a breast removed was terribly disfiguring," Judy added. "That is certainly not the case for you. In fact, you look sooo natural, like that was the way you always were and meant to be. Oh I don't know! Your chest looks to me..... NATURAL.... BEAUTIFUL. I'm terribly surprised that I'm saying this, but I really mean it. I can see why you feel special about your breast. I feel, that it is in its singleness extraordinarily beautiful!"
"Thank you very much," Ruth repeated as she buttoned up, I'm glad I could give you that feeling." "But that's not why I stayed for a visit. I wanted to ask you about head shaving. I know how to do it properly, I learned that in pre-med. What I mean is, do you think I'd look good like that. I admired your heads that first day in my office, but didn't want to ask more than I had to until we knew each other better. Our anniversary, Doug's and mine, is coming up and I'd like to do something special for him. My problem is that if my patients think I'm taking chemo they'll be uncomfortable coming to me. I didn't need chemo when my breast was removed, the total removal eliminated the need in my case. To shave or not to shave my head, should I or shouldn't I? Can you help me out?."
We told her she had the right shape head, oval looking being better than round. That long earrings are a must, to buy a really good wig for at her office, and to go ahead and try it. We both expressed interest in seeing the result. Ruth was concerned that wearing a wig was being phony again and we had no solution to that other than to remind her that often women wear wigs just to be different on some days just the way they wear different heels.
"Well, it's almost four and Doug will be here in a moment, so I'll say thanks once more and be on my way. Have a lot of pleasure and happiness from your trimming, and call me if there are any problems. I'll sign your release papers on my way," and she clicked out.
I stayed at Judy's for two days while the preliminary healing took place. I'd like to tell you that we did much more than play with each other's tit's, but it just wasn't possible. Too much pressure could bring on instant and wilting pain. But, wow, Ruth was right; during those first few days just walking around rapidly could bring on an orgasm. Surely Judy and I needed to do more walking, you know, just for our health.