&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh, Harold, you're awake! Everything's fine, dear! They're just wheeling you out of theatre. They'll have you to the women's recovery ward soon enough.<br /> ...wassa?... 'women's ward'... why would...?<br /> Do you remember where you are?<br /> Vas... vasect...<br /> Clever girl. That's right, you came in for a vasectomy.<br /> ... feel so weak...<br /> Because you've been sedated for six days.<br /> ...but... was only... meant to take... an hour... Wait... Why can't I feel my... feel my...<br /> Your cock? Oh, that's perfectly normal-<br /> ... thank god...<br /> -because they chopped it off.<br /> ... wh...what?<br /> Well you see, Harold, while you were sedated, I got to thinking 'what is the point of half-measures?' What's the point of keeping that ugly tube of meat of yours if it's no use to anybody? It's really only ornamental at this point. Heaven knows I've never cared much for it.<br /> ... no... What have you...<br /> And since I had that power of attorney thingy, I had a nice chat with the surgeon while you were sleeping, and he got to work and gave you such a pretty young face, and then he got his scissors and gave a quick little snip and-<br /> Oh god, no.<br /> Don't interrupt, Harold. Hmph. Anyway, like I was saying, since it makes no practical difference if you're male or female, I know I'll take much more pleasure from a strap-on than I ever did with that old thing. And, in time, so will you.