Chapter Three
“He’s nicely circumcised,” a rather saucy girl announces for the group, her observation bringing me from my reverie.
“Thank you. I trimmed him high and tight, as they say. Foreskin can be unsightly, wouldn’t you agree?”
My overt question brings astonished silence from all. Finally, the girl, standing quite proximate to Jack, his hands obsequiously placed atop his hooded head, runs a finger up the underside of his standing p***s shaft to where I indeed trimmed him years ago.
“You did this?”
I nod.
“I’m a trained nurse and the procedure is rather simple. Just have to assure you gather suitable flesh in the clamp and incise. In altering the male later in life, the procedure offers wondrous feminine empowerment. Something a boy doesn’t easily forget.”
More awed silence... and another memory...