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Date Posted: 00:55:03 10/08/12 Mon
Author: SameAgeAsMe
Subject: Re: I think so
In reply to: Emile 's message, "Re: I think so" on 11:21:53 02/20/12 Mon

I had something kinda/sorta similar at the same age.

I was playing with some friends that lived up the road, kinda wild kids in that family of eight (Mom, Dad, and 6 kids). The two girls seemed really dominant, pushy, and while two of the brothers were really tough kids who while being bullys did NOT, ever, bother the sisters, the other two brothers were a pair of total sissies. This was in the mid- 90's, and the two younger brothers (9 and 11) actually took ballet. The two big brothers (16 and 17) would beat up anyone who teased them, though.

Anyway, my mom actually got to be friends with them. I stayed over there one night and long story short, the girls started getting really kind of mean and pushy. I ended up being dared to put rubber bands around my balls.

The girls had these REALLY strong, small rubber bands they opened with a pair of pliers. By daring me, they got me to actually say "Put the rubber band on my balls, please" and secretly recorded me saying it.

Then, SNAP!! I felt a horrible PINCH as the rubber bands snapped tight. They made sure it was nice and high up, so the band was close to my body and all my sac and little balls (I was only 10) hanging below the rubber band.

It actually went kinda numb pretty soon, just like Justin (the 9 year old brother) said it would. He'd had the same thing happen the year before, I guess, and his 11 year old brother (Sam, or sammy) always did kinda look pretty flat in the crotch when he'd be wearing his ballet tights while practicing at home. I found out later he had been 'done' when he was nine.

It had stopped hurting by bed time and I slept that night with the band on, like the sisters told me. Me and the two younger brothers slept together on the floor, I remember. The big brothers had their own rooms.

Next morning, I asked if I could take the band off because my nuts looked really really dark. They told me no, I had to tell their Mom what "I had done" (they reminded me, I ASKED for it).

I showed her, and she somehow didn't seem too surprised. My mom was called, and while she did seem a little shocked, I saw her winking at the mom when she thought I wasn't looking. I never really thought about it at the time, but I guess mom expected this to happen.

I was taken to a clinic where a doctor had just sort of a "Wow, kids are dumb, but boys will be boys" attitude as he relieved me of my testicles and entire nut-sack, making it impossible for me to get fake implants.

I was a normal sized 10 year old, but after that, I was the shortest, thinnest, weakest kid in my grade for the rest of my school career. But I had friends, and those big brothers watched out for me, too.

I was never a sissy (at ALL) before, I played hockey and fought with any kid that deserved it. Within a year, though, I was as meek, polite, obedient, and girlish as the two little brothers up the road. I started taking ballet dancing with them, because it suddenly seemed kind of fun, and to my surprise, I liked the outfits.

I totally became Mommy's little sissy... but not a girl. She only dressed me as a girl sometimes, about one weekend a month, 'just for fun'. We were both happier, all in all, afterwards, I guess.

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