Self help

Breathing quickly you look at the device encasing your private parts and ponder what could be done. Thinking back to briefly watching some lock picking videos out of boredom, you realize there must be a way to pick this lock, or maybe a way to break it. A quick internet search discloses videos on lock picking with proper and improper tools. You search around the house, quickly gathering everything that may help. A tiny screwdriver, bobby pins, (Left from an ex no doubt.) and even paper clips. Anything to stuff in this damn lock.

After an hour and a half of attempting to move the pins to the right spot, your hands are hurting and you are sweating but no luck with the lock. You hadn't even feel the tumbler move a tiny bit. You're full of disbelief and concern. Surely if magic is a real thing and it's transforming you, the "engineers" who made this cage also used it to make this lock unpick-able.

Maybe breaking out can be accomplished. You have plenty of tools that you don't use too often, including a saw with a diamond blade. Expensive, but nearly unbreakable. You head to your garage, not even ashamed you're walking across your house naked with a tiny steel cage locked to your dick. The nearest neighbors are at least a 1/4 mile down the road so they won't see anything.

You rush into your garage, looking for the saw. You quickly spot it in the corner and pick it up. Sitting down in a chair, you briefly wonder if using this to break a cage off your dick is worth it. At this point, you don't just risk hurting yourself. You risk cutting off the very thing that shows you're a man.

In a short while, you decide to continue. You begin sawing, slowly at first but quickly once you realize nothing is being done. All of your **** is being pushed onto this cage, your forearms are burning and you're sweating profusely, trying to saw this cage apart. After a full 5 minutes of sawing, you stop. Upon closer inspection, the cage hasn't got a god damn mark on it.

"This is impossible, this can't be happening." You wonder to yourself out loud. You think of what could be done next. You have to get this cage off or you'll become a god damn woman, or at least most of one. You really could go for a white wine right now.

White wine... White wine? You're a beer man, or at least a liquor man. Something that's more manly than... white wine. This isn't right. You just can't believe what's happening right now. You want this to end, you need this to end. You're gonna burst at the seems if you can't get off. Think... Think.

A locksmith! That's it! But the embarrassment. It could be worth it, but overall, it could be risky. You'd have to choose the right person. A locksmith who is out of town, older guy who you will never see again. Maybe you can use a fake name, pay in cash and be untraceable. Could you even stand the self embarrassment?

You rush to your room, leaving the saw behind. Almost stumbling over your clothes you sit in your computer chair and begin searching. One local locksmith stood out, ROSIE Locksmith. A female locksmith, females are more understanding, maybe she'll just deal with it and leave. I mean, all that really matters is that she gets paid, right? And at the bottom of the page... "For unique situations, discretion assured." It would be good to give the business to someone you could trust, someone like you... Wait...