=Without all this=
by kimmie holland & meeah mackenzie

You know, baby, I was thinking.

Yes, daddy?

I was thinking, you don't need these anymore.

Baby gasped. Oh daddy!

No, I think you'd be better off without them, don't you? They just get in the way?

Oh daddy! Oh yes!

I think you would look so much better all smooth down here, too. What do you think, baby? Your pretty panties would fit so much better without all this, don't you think?

Daddy tugged on Baby's testicles. Yes, he continued, I was thinking that I'll have all this taken off. There's a surgeon down in Florida that does it. I was reading all about it on his website. It's a simple operation. They call it an orchiectomy.

Is that how you pronounce that word? Baby nearly whispered, just to say something to divert some of the energy that threatened to overwhelm her. I always wondered.

You would like that, wouldn't you?

Baby nodded her head. Her head was buried face-first under Daddy's arm. She could smell Daddy's daddy-smell. Yes, she chirped, yes, Daddy, I would like that.

I thought you would, baby.

Baby saw the doctor at the end of the bed, between the tiny painted toes of her bare feet, raised in the stainless steel stirrups, her long smooth legs spread wide. The doctor and Daddy exchange a knowing look, a manly look, full of secret codes.

The doctor tells Daddy: Why don't you see if you can get her to cum one last time before I start. When it's over, she may never again.

Hear that, baby? Daddy says. He holds it between his calloused fingertips the way he does. He jiggles it around. The way he does it makes baby whimper and squirm. Why don't you come for Daddy? he asks. That's it, baby. Come for Daddy.

What will come as a shock is when he tells Janice what has happened. Daddy won't tell her that baby is leaving her to run off with him. Daddy is not gay; he laughs at the idea. By any definition, would anyone really call that a man, he'd ask, pointing at baby, as she stands there, red-faced, in her little pleated skirt and her patterned tights. Janice did not think so. And now, without her balls, baby had prove her right. Daddy has them in a jar of preservative. The jar is sitting on the kitchen table. They look like a couple of chicken parts. This is how baby finds out the truth. Daddy and Janice are hugging and kissing and that's how baby realizes she's been had. They'd both betrayed her. Daddy had tricked baby and now he has her balls and he has Janice and that is that.

They laughed at how easy it was to get baby out of the way. She'd been neutralized. 

Baby came quickly after that, came all over Daddy's big work-roughened hand, which Daddy held up to baby's painted lips to be licked, and licked clean. Baby did this while Daddy hugged her, hugged her tightly, just as baby loved to be hugged, and continued talking about her neutering.

Daddy had been hesitant to bring it up because he thought that baby might be upset by the subject but now he can see that isn't the case at all; in fact, baby seems like maybe she's thought about it herself, is that so, yes? What a sweet baby-girl.

She seemed to be drifting, drifting on a raft on a wide flat river. The river was brown and it moved slowly through a peaceful green continent where the air and the water and everything were the temperature of her own body...

They have a beautiful word for it, Daddy was saying, they call it gelding. You would like to be gelded for Daddy, wouldn't you?

Baby licked with her eyes closed, licked Daddy's palm from the wrist to the fingers, up and down, up and down, and nodded yes and hummed yes and wondered if Daddy really meant what he was saying, would he have her neutered, "gelded" as he said, or was this just Daddy sex-talk. And baby wondered if baby herself were serious or if she were just talking baby-talk. Would she let Daddy take her to Florida, to a surgeon, who would perform this orchiectomy, who would castrate her, that's what they were really talking about--castration--although it was true, gelded was a much prettier word. It sounded like the word gilded and that's what it would be like, after all, to be gelded. It would be as if she'd been made golden down there.

Orchiectomy, though, that was the prettiest word of all. It sounded like it had something to do with a flower. A whole science devoted to the study of just one single flower. Maybe the rarest and most beautiful flower in the world. Something you could live your whole life and never see.

Something from the Amazon rainforest, perhaps.

<the end>


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