Despair had washed over Ben as he was buttoning the skin tight jean shorts over his panties. There was no bulge to see anymore!
He remembered when the court first sent him to live with his aunt, how he had fought her at every turn as she forced him into dresses.
Being sent to an all-girls college changed that fight into a fear of discovery as he spent every day terrified that his manhood would tent his skirt. He taught himself to tuck and spent years in discomfort.
All the while his aunt fed him hormones and T blockers. Puberty came to Ben, a second time. His chest grew tender and expanded, his hips widened, his ass plumped out, and his muscle mass dropped.
By the time graduation was approaching, Ben was one of the prettiest girls at the Spring social with boys tripping over each other to ask Ben to dance, never guessing he was once a boy.
The next day, as Ben dressed to meet friends at the Mall, he realized that he didn’t even have to tuck in skin tight jeans. He never got hard anymore and it was so small now that there was nothing to hide. His aunt was right, he would be better off without it. He would consent to the surgery.