Shhh...

The nurse closed the door quietly behind her and walked over to the examination table where he lay. He was already prepped—hospital gown open at the front, wrists loosely secured, legs slightly spread. His small, pale cock and balls looked almost fragile under the bright lights.

She gave him a warm, practiced smile and rested a gentle hand on his clitty.

“Shh… it’s okay,” she said softly. “I know you’re scared. Most whitebois are at this stage.” Her fingers stroked slowly along the soft skin of his inner thigh, calming and possessive at the same time. “But this is a good thing. A necessary thing. After today you won’t have to worry about that little clitty causing problems anymore.”

He swallowed hard. She watched his face carefully, then reached down and cupped his small package in her gloved hand, weighing it, squeezing just enough to make him flinch.

“Look at how tiny these are,” she murmured, almost affectionately. “This little clitty and these soft nuts… they never really belonged on you, did they? All they do is remind you of something you’ll never be.” She gave his balls a slow, deliberate roll between her fingers. “Once they’re gone, you’ll feel so much lighter. So much more… correct.”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping into something intimate and almost seductive.

“I’m going to take good care of you. I’ll hold them while the doctor works. I’ll make sure everything is removed cleanly—your little cock, both testicles, everything. No leftovers. No second chances.” Her thumb brushed over the head of his soft clitty, then down the underside, teasing. “And while it’s happening, I want you to breathe and remember why you’re here. You’re becoming what you to be. Soft. Smooth. Useless between the legs.”

She kept fondling him as she spoke, milking every last nervous twitch from the organs that would soon be gone. Her other hand stroked his hair like she was comforting a nervous pet.

“After this, no more swelling. No more messy little orgasms. Just a smooth, pretty mound that belongs to better men.” She gave his balls one final firm squeeze, then released them and reached for the surgical marker. “Now be a good whiteboi and stay still for me. This will all be over soon… and you’ll never have to feel them again.”

Her eyes stayed locked on his as she began marking the lines where the cuts would go, her touch still slow, almost loving, while she prepared to help take everything away.