The poor sissy is helpless to stop another rushing stream of hot pee from flooding into his thirsty diapers. Apparently caught by surprise by his own lack of control, sissy boy instinctively moves his manicured little hands to where his tiny pee-pee used to be, only to be met by the smooth plastic romper covering his thickly padded crotch. Just a moment ago he had been happily engrossed in one of his Moomin books, almost managing to forget the pain from his recent operation - the full implications of which were only now starting to dawn on him.

You see this little sissy was up until very recently the most recalcitrant little masturbator, constantly figuring out ways to cirumvent his wife's attempts at reigning in his filthy habit. But she was determined to put an end to her pathetic husband's little games once and for all, and after he was caught a third time with having managed to remove his chastity device she did what any sensible woman would do and had him sent for gender de-assignment.

A simple outpatient procedure under local anaesthetic was all it took - within hours sissy was back home, minus his little toy, or most of it anyway. A cute little nubbin still remained, much to the amusement of anyone who saw it, but no amount of rubbing could produce even a twitching of pleasure. And on the advice of the clinic she had opted for letting him keep his little stones; what little libido they contributed would ensure the poor sissy remained aroused, willing and ready to serve.

Needless to say, she was highly pleased with the result. Sissy had already had to endure standing idly by while she's given glowing endorsements to both friends and strangers - blushing ferociously as they'd laugh and ask probing questions about his condition. Of course she would always make a point of mentioning one of the "unfortunate" side effects of the operation: complete loss of bladder control - before sarcastically adding "no change there then!".

 Bibbi