Pro Circ Lady

Hi there!

This is the first time I publish a story. 

I apologize for any spelling and grammar mistake, English isn't my first language.

Please let me know what you think and don't be afraid to express - constructive - criticism!

I hope you all enjoy!

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The Doctor and the Intactivist's Son

I smiled ear to ear and beamed with pride as I arrived for my first day of work and found my room. My first room, with my name on the Door. "Denise Messer, MD, Urologist". It had been a long way but I had finally made it. I entered my room, checking the decoration that I myself chose. It was sparse - you can't do much in a hospital and I had just started - but quite cozy. My diploma on the wall, letters of recommendation from my professors, a few small plants, a gomco clamp strategically placed on the table. It was going to be an awesome day, I thought.

I didn't have to wait long for the first patient to enter. A teenage boy, accompanied by his mom. She looked familiar but I couldn't figure out from where. Did I treat her during medical school? Unlikely my school was halfway across the country.

"Hi I'm Karen and this is my son, Bob. My son, he, uh... has a problem."

"Well, I'm here to help!" I turn to the boy and, realizing he has a Game of Thrones House Targaryen t-shirt on, try to build some rapport first "Hi Bob, I see you're Team Khaleesi! I've actually always cheered for Jon. It's a disgrace what they did with the last season! Anyway... what's bothering you?"

"I... well...as he started speaking his mom interrupted him, "my son has a problem with his penis. He says the skin is tight. Now I've looked into it and seems just like a minor issue and would like to request some steroid cream treatment for him"

I was taken aback by this woman's words. First, Bob is big enough to speak by himself. Hell, he's bigger than me! Second, I am the doctor here not her, she has no right to demand treatment before I examine him myself. Has this woman got no shame?

"I understand, miss, but first I'd like to take a look and talk to the patient" I say, looking sternly at her, who replies "why of course, go ahead" but remains with her ugly bonny ass planted on the chair.

"Get the fuck out of my office and let me talk to MY patient, bitch!" I thought, but different words came out of my mouth, "Miss Armstrong, could you please give us some privacy? I understand you're worried about him, but trust me I'm a professional. Besides, he might feel a little uncomfortable with you around. He's almost a grown man, you know.”

She reluctantly left the room, saying she would be just there by the door. She's free to try to eavesdrop, all the walls and doors are soundproofed, besides security wouldn't allow her to glue her ear to the door. But now that we're free, I try to build some more rapport - the boy is probably traumatized having such an overbearing mother, so maybe being friendly and cool would be a better approach. I got up from my chair, removed my white coat and sat next to him on the chair his mom was in just a minute ago, looking him eye to eye, and smiled.

"So Robert, would you like to tell me your problem? I Don't bite I promise!"

Bob smiles awkwardly before speaking "I think mom has pretty much told you the problem. I've got a, hm, tight foreskin. The tip is tight, can't roll it back" he says as he blushes slightly.

"Has it always been like this?"

"No, it has developed recently, a couple weeks ago. I've been feeling it getting tighter and tighter, and now... well, I think I've developed phimosis”.

I was surprised with his reference to phimosis, it was uncharacteristic for bıys his age, who often couldn't distinguish their elbow from their forehead. "Have you ever had any foreskin problems before?" I knew he had, I quickly glanced through his files but the details got blurred in my mind. 

"Yeah... I've had some infections and irritations before. Will you prescribe the creams, or..." he makes a scissor sign with his fingers. It seems Bob isn't your run of the mill dumb teen, he seems to care and take notice of his health, research about it. I'm genuinely impressed. "Well I don't know, first I have to examine you properly. Would you mind to undress and lay down on that table over there?

Bob went pale and didn't move for a few seconds, before slowly rising without saying a word. I turned my back so he could have some privacy, and turned again when he called me. Bob is tall and strong for his age, but not exactly built up. His penis looks nice except for the long foreskin completely covering it and beyond, with a slight above average length and girth. After a standard examination, I proceed to the skinny bits. I slowly retract his foreskin, until it reaches a point where the opening suddenly tightens, inhibiting the complete exposure of the glans. with much effort and a flaccid penis one could try to squeeze it out, but it wouldn't normally do it. But I was intrigued by the unnatural way his foreskin suddenly tightened, just at one side, leaving the opening partially closed and the remaining, loose. Something was very sketchy there. While I continued prodding his penis I asked him to explain more about his condition and treatments.

"Well... I think it has been 3 to 4 years that I've been having issues with my foreskin. It would often get irritated and mom would give me these creams but it wouldn't improve so it would develop into infections, and then she, uh... would help with the medicine to make sure I was applying it right" he says with a sigh. "Did any doctor recommend circumcision before?" I ask him. "Last time I got an infection he said it would prevent recurrent infections but my mom was absolutely negative about it, "my son" he said in a crude imitation of his mother, "will not be mutilated! His foreskin is so beautiful and full of nerves and oh God forbid people hear Karen Armstrong's son has lost his precious foreskin!" and then it clicked. Karen was an intactivist of some renown, having organized protests, with a social media presence and even appearing in the local TV once. "But you don't care about that, right Robert? You'd rather clip this tight skin off so you could go on with your life, right?"

He stared absently at the ceiling for a moment before replying "yeah... I think that would help it", trying to sound cool but I could read the signs of rapid breathing and increased heart rate. "That's why you glued your foreskin, right?". Touche.

The brunette teenager looked at me, confused "yeah, I mean it's not like that...". "Cut it. I can see that the opening isn't operating in the way phimotic skin operates''. Bom turns as red as a beat, stuttering and mumbling incomprehensible excuses until I rise from my stool, holding him by his shoulders and asking him to calm down. "Thats ok Bob, there's nothing shameful in wanting to be circumcised. It is something very healthy actually, with several health benefits" I told him with a big, sweet smile that always seems to entrance younger guys. "Y-yeah I know I've read about it... aren't you upset that I tried to, fuck I feel so stupid now.... that I tried to glue my foreskin to pretend I have phimosis?"

"Of course it was an extremely stupid and idiotic thing to say, you could've ended injuring your penis!" I thought. But I suppressed the urge to scold him and smiled again, "well it wasn't the wisest decision, it could have harmed your penis, but it is understandable." I decided to play my cards "If I had a mother like yours, I'd probably end up doing stupid things just to try and have some control over my life... over my body. It's not fair what she's doing with you, she's making you into an extension of her life!"

"That's exactly what she does, doctor Messer" I interrupt and ask him to call me Denise "So, Doc... Denise, sometimes I feel I'm this trophy that she shows to everyone, her little uncircumcised son who she saved from the big bad Gomco clamp... I can't stand it anymore!"

And now it was my turn to make the move. "I can help you, Robert. You're almost a grown man, I think you have the right to some autonomy. So... Do you really want to get circumcised?"

"Oh hell yeah, Denise, I can't stand that my entire life is all about what my mom thinks about some useless skin on my di.. sorry penis."

"Dick. It's a dick, your dick, so you call it the way you want it. Don't worry Robert, I've a plan to help get your dick circumcised. Now listen to me..."

*****

Karen was huffing and puffing when I opened the door to welcome her in. "Why did it take you guys so long? Wasn't it just a simple examination to confirm his mild phimosis so we could move along with the medicine?"

"I'm so sorry miss Armstrong, but as Bob here is a new patient I wanted to make sure I gave him a proper examination. It seems he has a history of foreskin-related problems, no? That might be concerning, as we don't want it developing into something more serious, right?", I said as I tried to put my best straight face. They don't teach you that at medical school but if you're half smart you can pick it up during your residency, when handing out diagnostics.

The Karen recomposed herself, realizing she was probably putting on a scene out of something minor. "No, you're right Dr. Messer, you did well in giving a thorough examination. So, did you find anything concerning?"

I put on my best concerned face "unfortunately I did, Karen. Given his long medical record of foreskin-related problems, and the current situation, the prospects don't look very good." Time for a dramatic pause. "I could verify that due to the tight foreskin, he isn't able to properly clean himself, and I've seen signs that another infection might be impending. You certainly realized how he lately seems to be itchy around his crotch?" Her acknowledging expression confirmed that she suspected that he was indeed itchy. Like any other male would be, but no need to remind her that. I looked her straight into the eyes, saying in an alarming tone that "we have to act fast if we want to have any chance to save Bob's foreskin". Her face went pale with shock "what can we do, doctor? How can we save it?"

I bend down on my chair, trying to reach the last drawer, hoping she wouldn't notice my mischievous smile. Focus, Denise! "Don't worry dear, I have a plan for Bob's foreskin" I looked at the boxes filled with free sample cream tubes, trying to decide which one to pick. a picture of Karen Armstrong, rabid intactivist popped in my mind, making my mouth churn. I made my choice then, and picked a couple of tubes from the hidden box at the back and a couple more from the right front one, putting on a confident face mask on. "You can start by applying these twice a day. These will hopefully help the phimotic ring loosen up, and these will help prevent the infection from happening. They should last for a month, right on time for our follow up appointment, but if they finish early you can always buy more" God please make them last a month!

"Thank you SO much doctor Messer! I'm so happy that you are looking into proper medical treatments for his foreskin instead of, you know... wanting to AMPUTATE it!" she had an expression of faked horror as she said that word, so obviously trying to avoid the proper term for it, circumcision. It seemed to work very well for her coreligionists. "It's not amputation, circumcision is the proper medical treatment for Robert's condition, your psycho!" Calm down Denise, don't lose it now. "Of course, we must always try an escalated approach, and I will do everything in my hands to give the right treatment for Robert's foreskin... but I must warn you though, no treatment is one hundred percent effective, and with his historic it is a real possibility that this treatment might not work, in which case a..." I gave another dramatic pause, then spoke in a low, hurried tone, "circumcision might be necessary.

She sat back on her chair, lips tightening closed together as she exhaled before letting go of her thoughts. "No. Not his foreskin." I extended my hands towards her on the table then smiled, even though it didn't come easy. What a stubborn woman! "I totally understand, but as a doctor it is my duty to inform you of these things. We don't want them, of course... and we will do our best... but it might be the case, if everything fails"

"What else can we do, then? Should I stretch his foreskin then to help make it looser?"

"Yes absolutely, stretching it will make the glue inside it rip and cause microfissures, which will aggravate his irritation and might even cause real tightening" I thought, it made me want to giggle. "Bob could try doing it himself, right Bob?" He replied, uninterested "Yeah whatever".

"I will make sure he stretches. Daily. And that he applies the creams as well." I just nodded. I handed them my card, saying they could text me whenever they needed or call in an emergency, before bidding them farewell. “See you next month, Robert. Do what I told you earlier and hopefully everything will go well." He gave out an excited smile "Sure I will, Denise, don't worry. I trust your plan". Then Karen held my hands"Thank you for being so thoughtful! I will recommend you to all my friends!" Would she be so nice with me if she knew the truth? "You're welcome, and I'm looking forward to treating your friends' sons!".

After I closed the door I slumped on my chair, letting go of all pretense for a minute. I chuckled thinking of our little plan, but now I was nervous thinking whether it would work, or worse - what if I were caught? That could be real bad. I tried to push these negative thoughts aside and reassured myself that the plan would work, but now I would have to put my thoughts aside and go back to work. It had been just my first patient of the day - in fact, the very first patient of my medical career now that I'm a medical doctor. It seems my career started on a high note! I hope my mentor at medical school would be proud of me.

Putting these thoughts aside for later, I wrote some notes and then called the next patient.

*****

By the end of the day I was exhausted but also pretty satisfied with my performance. I wasn't in the mood to cook so I just bought a pre-packed salad from the store before heading back to my apartment. I just drizzled some olive oil on it and munched it as I quickly went through my messages and notifications. Parents, friends, even my tech savvy grandma had been curious to know how my first day as a "real doctor" had been. I quickly sent them a generic message saying everything was good but that I was too tired to talk and would tell them everything later. One message though, I would make sure to answer tonight. But first I needed to clean my body and refresh for the next day.

I prepared my bathtub with lavender and chamomile oils and prepared a nice glass of wine. Ok, the wine was a cheap boxed one that I had bought earlier, but was still an alcoholic beverage made out of grapes... I hope!

I laid down in the warm water, resting my head on the high-tech custom waterproof pillow (a cheap pink travel pillow enclosed in a plastic bag) and let my mind wander. I revived good memories from school and college, the excitement of going to study halfway across the country in a prestigious university under some of the foremost specialists, then hitting a job at a renowned hospital right upon graduation... Thinking back, life had been good for me so far, despite some ups and downs, but real life is no fairytale. I let my mind travel again, this time to my first day at work. A couple of urinary tract infections, kidney stones and a few bladder control problems, a pretty standard practice.

Except, of course, for her very first patient.

I remembered poor Robert, treated more like a thing than an autonomous human being by that evil woman. God what a bitch! I remembered her smug face and annoying voice, "save his foreskin!", "foreskin amputation!". I got so disturbed that I sat back on the tub, the warm water gently splashing around. Taking another sip of my (hopefully) wine, I looked at my phone. Taking a deep breath, I opened it and scrolled through my contacts list until I found his name: Dr. Viktor Horvath.

We first met during my very first rotation in urology. I was about to perform my very first live circumcision. Up until that point I had only practiced on latex dummies but now it was going to be the real deal and I was very excited to try it. Dr. Horvath was going to observe and mentor me during the procedure. My knees almost failed me when I first saw him. Average height, if just a little above average but with a great figure, deep blue eyes with a stern gaze with short, blondish beard and hair speckled with grey. He had a very calm but powerful baritone voice and a very thorough teaching style

The first thing I noticed was that the usual tools of the job were missing. "Doctor Horvath, where is the clamp?", I asked him. He had a slight smirk on his face when he replied, "you're not going to use the clamp. Not today, and not until you master the basics of this trade. After that you will be free to do it as you please, but until there, these are your tools. Oh and no marking pen either, I want to see how you improvise" indicating to the tray with scalpels, hemostats and forceps. I took a deep breath and mentally visualized what I was going to do, step by step. He observed from behind my shoulders as I sanitized the patient, applied the anesthetics and then worked my way down my patient's foreskin, breaking any adhesions. "Nicely done, you went all the way, Repeat once more to make sure any adhesions have been eliminated." Next I use a pair of hemostats to clamp the foreskin. "at 12 and 6 o'clock, make sure you got a good grip", I nodded. Making sure they were paralel, I lifted them and observed his penis as I calculated where to clamp the third hemostat. Making sure the tool was aligned with the rim of the glans, I opened it and gently pinched his foreskin ventrally under his glans, pulling it upwards careful not to squeeze too much, just enough to pull the redundant skin up. "Hmm, very good. Quick and efficient, first time a student does that." I smiled proudly behind my mask while he continued, "you could've grabbed some more skin though". I asked him how I could do that and the doctor took over, opening the third hemostat. He repeated the same technique I had used, but before closing the third hemostat he lifted the skin further up. "Isn't that a little too much skin, doctor?" I questioned him. During our training lessons my colleagues jokingly called me Denise the Dummy Chopper for my tendency of going all the way with the rubber foreskins, but here it was the real world, with real people and I didn't want to get sued. "No" he said, matter of factly, "it's even a little on the loose side for my taste. A circumcision ought to leave the glans and the coronal sulcus fully exposed at all times." He looked at me, expecting I was going to reply something, but I just nodded approvingly. "You don't disagree?" he asked; I said no, that I pretty much agreed with him. He just nodded and asked me to finish the procedure. Afterwards he congratulated me, saying I had done very well for a first time and I would quickly master it. "Thank you sir, I'm looking forward to doing it again."

"Are you really?"

"Sure, why not?"

He smiled and we didn't touch the subject again. Some days later I have another rotation at his department, and there we are again in the operation room, with a patient strapped down waiting for me.

"Is that a coincidence that my rotation is starting with another circumcision or is there someone pulling strings out there?"

"Well... you said you were looking forward to performing another circumcision, so I didn't see any harm in arranging this one to be scheduled to coincide with it. Are you upset?"

"No absolutely. It's kinda cute. Weird, but cute!'' We both smiled but quickly recomposed, there was a patient waiting for us. We started it as usual, sanitizing the patient's groin and inserting probes to break any adhesions. Placing two hemostats at 12 and 6 o'clock  used my left hand to pull the foreskin upwards a little more like dr. Horvath had taught me. "Hmm, good" he mumbled, close to my ear. After I used the third hemostat to clamp his foreskin ventrally below the glans, just as I had done before. I looked at him, waiting for his approval. "Do you think you've got enough foreskin?" I felt he could see right through me with his deep blue eyes. Thankfully he couldn't see me biting my lip under the surgical mask.

 "It is... an adequate amount of foreskin."

"I didn't ask whether it was adequate or not, Miss Messer. I asked whether you think it is an adequate amount of foreskin."

I gazed at the clamped skin. It surely could do with an extra tug in my opinion, for what it was worth. I decided to take the bait and see what it was leading to. "No, I don't think it is an adequate amount. Surely the glans and the coronal sulcus would be uncovered but the redundant skin left behind could probably be stretched enough to cover the glans ridge." I looked straight into his eyes, just like he did to me a minute ago. "A circumcision ought to leave the glans and coronal sulcus fully exposed at all times AND remove enough skin to assure into won't be possible to stretch it over the sulcus"

Oh boy, I wish I could've seen his full facial expression, but his eyes widened and I could see his cheeks tightening, a sign of a huge grin under his mask. "What are you waiting for, then?" he commanded. Without saying a word, I re-adjusted the hemostats, clamping some more skin forward before proceeding with the circumcision. After it was all done and patched, he congratulated me, saying that I had already mastered this technique and now it was time to move to the next. Our rotations always started with a circumcision or two from that day onwards, and he became my mentor.

Taking another sip of the wine-like beverage, I grabbed my phone and called him. 

"Good evening doctor Messer, how can I help you?"

I giggled  a little. "C'mmon Vik, don't be so formal. I just wanted to talk to you. I promised to call after my first day."

"You're a respected medical doctor now babe, I need to watch out how I talk with a pillar of the community such as you."

God I loved that accent "Vik if people here knew me as you do, I wouldn't be a respected pillar of the community much longer!"

"Well that's absolutely true, but I'd love you the same honey!" he laughed. "So tell me everything about your first day. How boring was it?"

"Well most of it was pretty standard, you know how it is. But my very first case was quite interesting. Have you ever heard of one Karen Armstrong, from around here?

"The name does sound familiar, let me think." He went quiet for a few seconds before speaking again "I know one psycho pro-anteater activist called Karen Armstrong, she's quite active, a real bitch. Don"t tell me it's her? What did that fucking kurva wanted with you? If she messes with you, I'm going down the stick my...

"Wow calm down there Vik! It's that very Karen we're talking about, and yes, she's as bitchy and disgusting in person as is her online persona, if not even more. But you won't believe why she came to the hospital. Apparently her teenage son has been having some foreskin problems, and she wanted to, quote, help her save his beautiful foreskin!"

I could hear his baritone voice laughing at the other end of the line "Oh my God Denise, this is so good, you couldn't make it up. The son of one of the most rabid intactivists has phimosis! Karma really is a bitch!"

"That's the thing... Robert - that's his name - indeed has a history of foreskin problems, but this time the boy is clean. He's got no phimosis, infection, balanitis... nothing, the boy is clean. Well, almost clean - he still has got a foreskin attached to his penis."

"So what was the problem? I don't get it, why would she say he has a problem when he hasn't? What's the punchline?"

"You won't believe it Viktor, I wouldn't if you told me, but I saw it myself. Robert was trying to glue his foreskin shut to pretend to have phimosis so he could have it circumcised."

Viktor was completely silent, but I thought I could hear the sound of his jaw breaking as it hit the floor. "No way. Are you serious? Istenem..." he laughed maniacally that I thought he had lost it, but after a couple of minutes he recomposed himself and I filled him in on all the details.

"Robert is such a sweet boy Vik, what she's doing with him isn't right, the narcissistic bitch would never accept to have him circumcised so he had to come down with this stupid idea. Do you think my plan will work?

"Honey, you know you have my full support and I will always back you up. I agree that that Karen needs to be stopped and be served a tough lesson, I just don't want you to jeopardize your future because of that... creature. Said that, I gotta say that your plan has a high chance of success. It has its risks, but as long as Robert doesn't backtrack and his psycho mom doesn't find out, I think you have a chance. Please keep me informed and tell me if you need any help. Is there anything else I can do for you, sweetheart?"

"Well... there's one more thing... Facetime me. I wanna see that big circumcised dick of yours"

*****

I waited excitedly for my next patient. I rearranged my table, placed a small  digital clock on my bookshelf, adjusted my clothes so I'd look more professional, re-tied my hair back in a ponytail and had a long sip of water. I looked into my files once again, before calling my assistant to let the patient come in.

Mother and son quickly made their way from the door to the pair of chairs, one glooming, the other beaming with smug smirk.

"Mrs. Armstrong, Robert! How can I help you? I hope you're here to deliver some good news!"

Karen looked as if she had just eaten a dozen lemons. "Good afternoon dr. Messer. I'm afraid we came with some bad news". Robert's smile grew bigger, and I tried to hide mine, making a somewhat exaggerated sad face. "Oh no Karen, I'm sooo sorry to hear that... can you please explain what happened?" I think if my medical career fails I can have a future in Hollywood.

"We did as you asked, doctor. We applied the creams and I made sure Bob would stretch it twice daily. It even bled a couple of times, but we kept doing it, however we've seen no improvement, if it still looks as tight as before... if not more" she croaked, the words struggling to get out of her mouth.

"I will be frank Karen, it doesn't sound very good, but I will refrain from passing any judgements until after I get all the facts and examination going. What about the infection? Has the cream helped with it?" I prayed that it indeed had helped... make it worse that is.

The mother's face turned ashen and she closed her eyes before speaking almost in a whisper. "No. It looks very red, there's something oozing out of it, I see stains on Bob's underwear all the time. And... he can't take his hands out of it. Says it's always itching.' She turned her face, ashamed of facing me. I walked to her chair, kneeling down by her side and held her hand "Karen, I know how much you care about your son and his foreskin, and we are doing all we can. But you know that medicine isn't mathematics, as advanced as our knowledge is, there's still a lot of trial and error. So maybe we should start looking into alter...", her angry eyes thrust into mine, her raspy voice blasting my eardrums, "NO! NOT THAT! NOT HIS FORESKIN!" she sobbed, her subdued voice now pleading, "please... save his beautiful foreskin, doctor, please!" "Hell no bitch, I'm going to have the blast of my life cutting it off", I thought as I gave her the warmest smile I could, "Karen, I'll do my best, but I must put my personal feelings above my medical duty. It will bring me no joy, but if after examining him I find that there's no other way, then I will have too..." ok, time for a dramatic pause, her puppy eyes silently pleading me not to continue, "... prescribe he be circumcised.

A deafening silence struck the room. Karen looked at me silently, as Robert opened a huge grin behind his mother's back. I looked at him as I asked that they recompose themselves and informed them that I'd like to examine the patient. To my surprise, Karen didn't leave the room.

"Uh... mrs. Armstrong, Robert needs to remove his clothes now. I think it would be better if you gave him some privacy now"

"If it's not a problem, I'd like to stay dr. Messer. I've seen him undressed plenty of times in the last few weeks so I don't think he would be too bothered now."

I looked at Robert, waiting for him to man up to his mom, but he just shrugged. "Whatever, it doesn't matter" he said as he pulled down his pants. 

The atrocious smell quickly assaulted my nostrils making me flinch "Ugh!" I instinctively said. Even from where I was seated on my stool I could see - and smell, oh the smell! - that it wasn't good. As the psycho mom said, there was a stain of something gross on his underwear, and the nub of foreskin around the opening was moist with it. I donned a pair of nitrile gloves for I dared not to touch his infected penis barehanded, then started my examination.

I was happy to see that everything so far had worked out as Robert and I had planned. He kept gluing his foreskin's opening, but it looked neater now. He appeared to have used a probe to keep the opening consistent and make sure it wouldn't close completely, using a smaller probe each week to simulate his foreskin tightening more and more. His mother's insistence he retract it to the point it even bled, had created microfissures inside his foreskin which were also starting to create adhesions. The steroid cream obviously didn't work, and it would never work anyway, as it was a placebo, devoid of any active component. But the cherry on top was the special cream I had provided under the guise of being an antibiotic cream. It was actually something Viktor had concoction back in the day. It was a bacterial culture, used in laboratories to test medicine, but modified to pass as a cream in order to give a nasty skin infection. Applying it with a probe under a completely almost covered and unretractable foreskin only created the optimal environment for the bacteria to multiply. And multiply it did, so much that a slimy ooze was slowly but constantly dropping from Robert's foreskin.

I gave an audible, long sigh of relief as I proudly observed my handiwork. "It looks ripe for a good tight circumcision!" I thought. Hopefully, the intactivist behind me would interpret it otherwise "How... how's it going, doctor Messer?" I prodded some more with Robert's foreskin. "It looks ripe for a good tight circumcision!" I thought. "Karen, I must say it doesn't look good. In fact I've never seen an infection so bad like that. That, and the fact that Robert's skin is even tighter than before, plus has more adhesions now, means he is absolutely not responding to the treatment." I gave time for that to sink in. "I think we have to consider our... alternatives, if you know what I mean."

Her demeanor abruptly changed at my mere suggestion "NO! Oh God please no! What will my friends say? Doctor, there must be something else you can do... please, I beg you, don"t..." she whispered again "don"t amputate his foreskin, please".

Seeing her beg like that to save her beloved foreskin, the pride of her life, gave me more pleasure than a thousand circumcised cocks. I put my Oscar-winning sad face on. Showtime, intacti-bitch!

- Mrs. Armstrong, I'm really sorry, but given Robert's medical history and the utter failure of the treatment, I've had no other choice left but to prescribe him to be circumcised.

- But there are other treatments! We can change the medicine, retract more forcefully...

I cut her off - That likely wouldn't work. Remember I said when you first came that his situation was already serious? That's why I prescribed the strongest medicine in the market, it was already a last shot back then, and things only got worse. Forcing retraction at this point would only make things worse.

- Then we can try alternative treatments. Natural oils, dieting, special stretching tools like this one - she said showing some useless crap on her phone - we ought to at least try!

- As a medical professional, I am obliged to follow proper science, mrs. Armstrong, not snake oil salesman tales. Of course you can do these things if you really want, but they won't bring any relief to your son and in the meantime his condition will worsen. Circumcising him now is the best - and only - medically sound approach.

The Karen looked at me with murderous eyes, her voice tone rougher and louder when she opened her mouth. - Then, "doctor" Messer, I will take him to another doctor for a second opinion and we will see about that!

I slowly removed my glasses and carefully placed them on my desk. "Of course Mrs. Armstrong, seeking a second medical opinion is well within your rights. If you would like, I can forward you a list of qualified urologists working here in this city." I could see Robert's eyes widen in fear. "But the fact of the matter is, any doctor worth their salt will say the same thing, Robert is past the point of no return and delaying proper treatment will only cause him undue pain and suffering. God forbid but it could even lead to..." 

Karen immediately picked up, "well then give us the names so we can..." Robert interrupted her, his raspy voice trepidation, "lead to... lead to what exactly, dr. Messer?"

I hated myself for keeping it in the dark, but I needed his reaction to be strong and real, just in case I needed to use this card. "Penile cancer, Robert. Your risk factors are high. Phimosis, lack of hygiene and infection are all individual risk factors. You have all three, and in very severe forms.

"Hell no doc! Help me, please!" he then turned to his mother, looking more like a pleading child and less like the tall, strong teenager I've met "please mom let Denise do it! I don't want to lose my penis! I don't care what she has to do but I can't handle it if... if..." he said as tears started rolling down his cheeks.

His mother stuttered, trying to speak coherently, "But Bob... your foreskin... the nerve endings... sensitivity... it's natural! NATURAL!" she gave out a loud sigh. "There must be another way! You're exaggerating! I can see it now, you've been plotting, you've never been on my side!"

"Hell fuck no bitch, you've got me! I just want to chop off you boy's foreskin" I thought, suppressing a giggle as I forced myself to look hurt and shocked. "Karen! What's wrong with you? We're here talking about your son's well-being, about his HEALTH! I don't know what's wrong with you, but I've always been open and gave my best advice to my patient, acting in his best interest" I said as I glanced at Robert. "This is not a competition or a game for me, but it seems to be for you. Go ahead, go shopping for a second, third, fourth or a fifth opinion, until you find a quack willing to sacrifice your son's reproductive organs just to please your ego, but when the inevitable happens and the proverbial shit hits the fan, remember that it was YOUR decision, to satisfy YOUR perverted ego, and not for Robert. Now leave this office, please. Robert, I'm sorry I couldn't help you more, but my hands are tied." I bent down my head, looking defeated, hoping my little monologue hit hard in Karen's ice-cold heart, and I prayed.

For a while, the only sounds in the room were Robert's sobs. After several minutes Karen spoke, her voice barely audible. "When can you do it?" I pretended I couldn't hear her. "I'm sorry mrs. Armstrong, what did you say?" She stared down at her clasped hands on her lap, speaking louder. "When... can you do... it?" I could feel my heart trying to rip open my chest, my mouth dry and my nipples harden. "Calm down girl, you're almost there" I thought to myself, taking a few deep breaths. "Do what, mrs. Armstrong? Providing a list of local urologists? Give me a minute I have a file here I'll print it right away..."

"No. Not that", the woman said, still refusing to look up. I silently looked at her.

She started to tear up, her fingers grasping and crumpling the fabric of her dress.

"Circumcision. When... can you do it?" said the intactivist.

"I can do it today. Robert's case is serious, I think the quicker we tackle it, the better. I have a couple more patients and then I can perform his circumcision in about one hour from now."

Robert's eyes widened and he hunched forward. I had to act quickly and decisively now. I pressed a key on my keyboard, sending a file to the printer.

"Karen, I know it's difficult, but you need to be very specific now for consent reasons. What is your decision regarding Robert's situation?"

She raised her eyes and looked at me, seeming a little shocked with my question. "I, uh... I want you to.. ah... perform... a..." she stopped and swallowed dry. "I want you to perform a circumcision on him, dr. Messer"

I smiled. "I'm so sorry to subject you to it, but it's necessary for consent and legal reasons. I know it's difficult for you. Believe me, it is for me to." I handed her a sheet of paper. "Please sign it, it's the written consent form"

She did as I requested, handed it back to me and slumped back on her chair, defeated. "What now, doctor? Do we wait here for one hour?"

I walked across the room and raised her to her feet, holding her shoulders. "You can go home, Karen, and rest. I will take good care of you little Bob. I think it's best if you are not around, it might not be good for you, psychologically. Grab a nice coffee, call a friend, vent off. I’ll call you when everything is over."

The mother looked at me with teary eyes "Thank you, dr. Messer. I'm sorry for what I said earlier"

"That's ok, you were under a lot of stress. But you made the right decision in the end" I wondered how she would react if she knew she was right all along about my little plot.

Before leaving she turned to her son "I'm so sorry Bobbie. I tried my best to save you beautiful foreskin, but... it has to go. There's no other way. Please forgive me for allowing it to happen but it is for your own good" Robert just hugged her and grinned "Thanks mom, no hard feelings. It's for the better as you said!"

After Karen left, we looked at each other and smiled. He lifted his hand "high five, partner! We did it!" he blurted.

"Well, let's not sing victory yet. But you're right, the worst is over. We won. YOU won, Robert! Congratulations!" I smiled and hugged him, his strong arms lifting me from the ground.

"Aaah, Robert!"

"Oh, sorry dr. Mes... Denise! It's just that I'm so happy... its happening, isn’t it?"

"oh yes it is! I won't let anything come between our way now. You need to start getting ready, I'll call a nurse I trust to help prep you up for your circumcision!"

I chatted with Robert for a few minutes and instructed him to be back in one hour to prepare for it, then I went to retrieve the small clock on my bookshelf and took a picture of the signed document before filling it. I proceeded with my work as best as I could for the next hour, but couldn't really take my mind off what had happened in my office, nor could I stop thinking about what was soon going to take place. I was lost in these thoughts when nurse Lavotte came in. "Dr. Messer? Robert is ready. Are you coming?"

"Oh, sorry Chantelle, I was distracted and lost track of time. Give me a minute and I'll be on my way." Chantelle had been a god-given gift since I started working here and we quickly became friends, despite her being more than 10 years my senior. I had specifically requested her to be there with me today. I got up, washed my face and prepared myself for the surgery donning all the essential safety equipment. When I entered the operation room, Robert was happily chatting with Chantelle and greeted me with a big, bright smile as I came in and placed my small clock on a table nearby.

"I hope you don't mind but I requested nurse Lavotte to raise me up a little. I... I want to see what's going on. Is that OK?"

"Of course, no problem at all. Tell you what, I'm going to explain step by step as we go, would you like that?

"Yes, please Denise"

"So, Robert" I said as I lifted a syringe, "this is the anesthetic shot. I'm going to apply them on each side of your penis so it will go numb. You will still be able to feel us working on it, but shouldn't feel any pain. Are you ready?"

"More than ever, Denise! Go for it" he said, his eyes glued on the syringe. He winced as the needle pinched him. "It wasn't so bad, I thought it would hurt more" he commented.

While we waited for the medicine to take effect, After a few minutes, I pinched his foreskin "Does it hurt?" "Not really, but I feel a little pressure. Does that mean it's time now?" He asked, a tingle of apprehensiveness in his voice. "It is, Robert. Even if you want to backtrack now, it's a little too late. The infection..." he interrupted me "No! I want it! It just... feels unreal now that I'm finally here, about to get circumcised by a pretty female doctor" He blushed a deep shade of red. "Well then, why don't you just relax and enjoy the show? It's a once in a lifetime kind of deal". Robert just smiled and I felt his body relax, putting his hands behind his head so he could have a better view. "I'm ready, doctor. Please circumcise me!"

I am sure I had a ear-to-ear grin behind my mask, but no one else could see it. I grabbed a hemostat from the tray. "I'm going to use it to mark a line on the top of your penis that I'm going to cut open to expose you glans, as your foreskin is too tight to retract it." I inserted it through the tight opening as further as it could go and crushed a line on the top of his skin, leaving a deep indentation until the end of his glans. Then, placed a small scissor blade and sliced it open until the end of the mark. With the tip of my fingers I opened the skin flaps to expose the red, inflamed glans. It looked raw and sad, covered in a disgusting mixture of smegma and infectious pus. Chantelle proceeded to clean it with a strong antiseptic solution. "My god, I've never seen something like this before! Dr. Messer was absolutely right to have you circumcised right away Robert, it looks really bad. But don't worry, it will be over soon and you will have a beautiful and healthy penis for the rest of your life."

"Thank you nurse Lavotte! That's what I'm looking forward to!" Bob seemed to be smiling even more now, watching every move with attention. After the nurse finished cleaning his glans, I lifted the shiny metal tool in the palm of my hand to show it to Robert.

"Robert, this is the gomco clamp, and I'm going to use it to circumcise you." Of course, he knew that already. He had specifically asked me to cut him with the gomco, even after I explained all the other options he had. He said, and I had to agree with him, that there was something enticing in it. I placed the metal bell over his glans and did what I could to reposition the opened foreskin over it, then fixed the base plate and the arm. Now it was time for my favorite moment: pull the foreskin over the clamp.

"Robert, now it's a critical part of the operation. I need to see how much skin we have to remove. I'm going to..."

Robert interrupted me "All of it, doctor. I want you to cut it ALL off!"

"Good boy!" I thought, happy that my mask was hiding my smile. "Well Robert, why don"t we take a more moderate approach and remove enough that...

"NO! I want it ALL gone! I HATE having a foreskin! Look what it gave me! An ugly, infected cock! I don't wanna risk leaving any flap of skin behind for another bacteria to fester on it, or for another adhesion to form. I want it ALL gone, up to the last tiny scrap of skin you can find. I want a clean and beautiful penis!"

"I totally understand Robert, but your mother..."

He looked at me with real anger in his eyes. We had rehearsed his little speech before, but now that it got real, his emotions were on the top of his skin. "My mother", he said, "doesn't have a dick to know how horrible it feels to have it festering between her legs. She is not your patient. I AM! Is there any reason you can't cut me back-to-the-balls tight?"

"No, there isn't. It would in fact prevent any future recurrence."

"Then, that's what I want. Make it so tight that there won't be a cravice for another bacteria to hide so it won't come back again in the future" he said, closing the conversation.

"Yes sir, as you wish" I said, rubbing my thighs together to try and suppress my excitement.

Using a pair of forceps I pulled as much skin as I could over the clamp. I'd frequently stop to check if it was symmetrical all around, then continue pulling, and recruited Chantelle to help me when it became hard to pull any more. She looked at me worried. "Isn't that enough? There's much more skin that usual here, even for you Denise."

"You heard the patient, Chantelle. I’m just following his instructions. I will stop pulling as soon as it's clear we got all the foreskin, but right before the point where it starts hurting him. Trust me on this." With a few more tugs, I was satisfied. "Are you sure you got it all, doctor? Can't you pull just a little bit more, you know, to be on the safe side?" Robert asked, sheepishly. "I'm sorry dear, but I can't. Believe me, that's all the skin we can pull. A little bit more, even another tug, would be too much and you could develop problems due to over-tightness."

With that I grabbed a scalpel and proceeded to slice off the foreskin, slowly and meticulously. In fact, I was enjoying myself and wanted the moment to last longer, but there was no need to make it obvious to the world. After a last stroke, I grabbed the lump of infected skin with a pair of forceps and lifted it so Robert could see.

"Robert Armstrong, I hereby declare you circumcised!" We all giggled a little "Thank you so much Denise, I can't say how happy I am right now!" Robert said, with a tear running down his cheek. "That's ok, I'm just doing my job!" I winked at him, hinting at a secret we were privy of: it wasn't just a job for me.

I removed the clamp and the remains of his foreskin quickly rolled back, the incision line a good half way down between his glans and the base of his penis. I lifted his penis, laying it on his stomach as I worked on the underside, caring away his frenulum. "Im now removing your frenulum, it's a small band of skin that connects the underside of your glans to the foreskin. As a skin fold it can trap bacteria and smegma, and as your circumcision is quite tight if left in place if could cause discomfort," After I was done, I applied surgical glue around the incision line, and requested nurse Lavotte to apply the bandages and a layer of antibacterial cream on his penis. After we were finished, we helped Robert sit on the operating table, his gaze fixed on his bandaged penis, his wide smile unfaltering.

"Are you feeling OK, Robert?"

"Oh yes I am, doctor! I've never felt better! It feels so... right. Can't wait for it to heal!" he blushed, realizing the full meaning of his words.

"I know, but for now you have to be careful and let it heal. It's just a few weeks, and then you're going to have an entire lifetime to appreciate it" I gave him instructions on how to look after it and asked him to come back in a month for a follow up, then called his mother to come pick him up. She looked defeated, and despite less than 2 hours having passed, looked as if she hadn't slept in days. Sobbing, she just asked if everything went fine, to which Robert eagerly explained everything went perfectly and how happy he was now. She jerked her head looking at him surprised, then stared at the ground as she turned back to leave, without uttering any other word. I disposed of the gloves and medical gown before fetching my little black clock and leaving the room, satisfied and with a familiar tingling sensation on my crotch. 

When I arrived home that evening, I immediately pulled my computer from its bag and plugged the clock to it with a USB cable. I was really happy I had bought it and was looking forward to seeing if the spy camera had worked well. I was satisfied with the image and sound quality - it had cost my pockets dearly to buy the high-quality hardware, but it was worth it. As I reviewed the day's adventure, one hand deep inside my womanly parts, I felt the urge to share the goods news with the world, and I knew the perfect person to start sharing it with. With my free hand, I reached for my phone and called Vik.

"Denise honey, how are you? Is everything ok?" I just loved the way he pronounced my name.

"I'm pretty good, Vik. Actually no scratch that, I feel over the clouds today"

"Why, what happened? Did you get a promotion already?"

"No. Better than that."

"Hmmm... a pay rise then? More money without responsibilities attached?"

"Nope. Something even better than that" I giggled

"Oh, so it doesn't involve money or a job. Did you find a guy then?" I could sense the irritation in his voice. I knew he hated the idea of me dating, and it made me feel fuzzy inside.

"No, I haven't met anyone... yet." I paused to let that sink it, I could hear his heavy sigh. "But it's related to my job actually. If you guess correctly, I will turn on the camera for you."

I could almost hear the wheels in his head turning. But my Vik, my mentor, was a smart man, and we knew each other well. "Let me see... not money, not a guy, but work related that's making you feel over the moon... oh. It something t do with that intacti-bitch and her son, isn't it?"

I didn't reply, just turned on the camera so he could see me. The look in his eyes proved he was quite pleased with what he saw.

"So... tell me everything. Every little detail" he said with a devious grin on his face.

"no... I don't think so. I can do better than that actually"

"What do you mean, Dani?" he wasn't expecting that, and I loved the surprised look on his face.

"I can show you. Wait a minute." I put my phone on the table so he could see me as I sent him an e-mail. After I hit the send button, I asked him to check his inbox. It was my turn to watch him. "Read the pdf first."

I knew he had read it when I saw his mouth open, aghast. "No way, Dani! You managed to make her sign the consent form! I"m SO proud of you, babe."

"You're welcome Vik", I blushed, "but it gets better. Watch the first video now please"

I couldn't see it, but could hear the conversation I had earlier in the background so I was following his reaction to each part of my early conversation with Karen.

"Oh my god Denise! This is pure gold! How did you do that?"

"I used a small spy cam hidden inside a digital clock on my bookshelf. They didn't suspect a thing"

His eyes gleamed and his mouth stood open throughout the video, stopping sometimes to either compliment me, or to laugh about Karen. When it reached the part where she said, "I want you to perform a circumcision on him, dr. Messer'', Vik just stood, holding his hair and mumbling something in his native Hungarian. I could see how excited he was to watch my little video. When the first video finished, he watched the second, and commended me on my skills. "It looks like it's going to be a good circ, snug and tight, very smooth shaft with a nice scar." When it finished, he just stared at me through the phone.

"So... what do you think? Did you enjoy the show?"

"I... I..." he stopped and recollected himself. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met, Denise. I"m coming over, right now."

It was my turn to be surprised "Honey, we live a few thousand kilometers apart it will take you hours, a day to drive here"

"No, not driving. I'm booking the next flight, I'm canceling all my appointments for the next week, and I don't care if you're free or not. We need to celebrate this, and I NEED you. Right now.'

Well, I couldn't argue about that. I really wanted, no, needed him too. Starting early the following morning, we barely left my apartment. 

A couple of weeks later I heard a commotion outside of my office. Someone was demanding to see me, and I was pretty sure who it was. I texted nurse Lavotte to come as soon as she could, straightened my clothes and opened my door, putting my best poker face on.

"Miss Armstrong, what a surprise! I wasn't expecting to see you here. Is there anything I can help?"

Her eyes were red and bulging, spit coming out of her mouth as she yelled "You! Bitch! You mutilated my boy! Butcher! You were supposed to cut just a little! I want to talk to your manager!!!"

"Miss Armstrong please calm down. I can explain everything to you but first you have to put yourself together. If after listening to what I have to say you still want to talk to my... manager, as you put it, then you're free to do so, but at least let me explain my actions to you. It's a reasonable request, isn't it?"

Frankly I wasn't expecting her to back down so easily, but somehow my words had an effect on her. At least her eyes became more human-like and she stopped spitting, but a lingering anger remained in her voice. "Very we... doctor" she said with utter disgust in her voice. "Explain yourself".

I motioned for her to come in, but left my door open - just in case she became possessed again and tried to harm me. I prayed that nurse Lavotte would make her way soon.

After we both sat down, I asked her, "So, what exactly is your complaint? I need to know the details of my alleged actions if I'm going to defend myself".

"YOU!", she said with anger, but quickly recollected herself, "you... butchered my Bob. You hacked his... his beautiful foreskin!'' She had tears in her eyes. Fuck, this woman is so delusional! "You didn't have to do it, you could've just cut the tip, but no! You tricked me! Now his glans will be exposed and will dry out and..." I could see she was starting to become agitated again, when Lavotte finally arrived. I motioned for her to come by my side and interrupted Karen. "Miss Armstrong, I understand you're upset, but my decision to perform a full circumcision on you son wasn't out of some imagined plot to trick you, but solely for two reasons: one is medical, as upon starting the procedure and verifying the extent of the damage his foreskin had sustained and the gravity of his infection, I determined that a partial circumcision wouldn't benefit him. His remaining skin could and probably would adhere to his penis, and the chance of recurring infection was very high. Nurse Lavotte here is my witness as she assisted me with the procedure."

"That's true. I've been in this field for over a decade now and I haven't seen a case as bad as your son's. He needed immediate, decisive action to be taken."

I picked back up "Still, I asked the patient for his input, and he was quite vocal that he preferred to have a... full circumcision performed"

Karen looked confused, "What? But you didn't ask me anything! You told me to be far away from the hospital, in fact"

"Yes, I did. But why would I ask you for your input? Robert's my patient, and it was HIS penis we were circumcising."

"But... I am his mother! I have a say on these things! You couldn't go behind my back! I would NEVER have allowed it!

"I know that's why I wanted you far away from the hospital" I thought. "But you HAD a say You agreed that he had to be circumcised and signed the consent form and confirmed it verbally. I didn't go behind your back... at any moment whatsoever" I smiled. "It wasn't reasonable to stop the surgery halfway through just to call you, when you're not even technically the patient. But I DID ask the patient, who not only consented, but INSISTED he had a full circumcision performed"

"What?" She looked shocked. "But... why? Why would my Bobbie agree to have his own beautiful foreskin mutilated? I don't understand!"

Nurse Lavotte spoke "Miss, I think you should ask him this question. Talk to him but not as a mother, but as a friend. Try to understand it from his point of view. Can you do that?"

"I... don't know. I just can't understand why he would do it, you know... butcher himself!"

"Miss Armstrong, that's something you and Robert have to discuss and figure out. Maybe some counseling would help" I said as I handed her the card of a counselor I knew. "This person can help you. And my doors are always open if you want to talk again."

Nurse Lavotte helped a very confused and shocked Karen to leave my office. I poured myself a glass of water. "Another battle won" I cheered myself.

Life continued as usual for the next few weeks, until Robert's follow-up appointment came. He was almost a different person: happy, confident... proud. He'd come alone this time which was odd, as previously his mother had always been with him. He said they weren't talking much but she mentioned she had scheduled some counseling sessions for him to deal with his 'self-harm issues'. His circumcision was healing fine and he seemed very happy with it. We agreed to have a last follow-up in a few months just to make sure everything was completely fine - I knew it would be, but I just wanted to have a last look at my handiwork before we parted ways. 

A few months later, he was back in my office. Gone were the last vestiges of the timid boy that first walked into my room. He looked stronger, fitter too. "I'm going to the gym. I'm no longer afraid of the locker room" he said with a beaming smile. "Oh really? And why is that?" I asked back. He replied by undoing his belt and pushing his pants down. He wasn't wearing any underwear this time.

"Since when have you been going commando? Isn't it uncomfortable? You should still be somewhat sensitive, your circumcision wasn't too long ago"

"I started ditching underwear after our last appointment. It was a little uncomfortable at the beginning but it feels great now. I figured out that I needed a shock treatment to make it look and feel just like any other guy. I liked it so much that last night I just threw them away, not going back now!"

I smiled and proceeded with my examination. Everything was looking very good. I remarked how the rim of his glans seemed to be flaring out and he agreed. The scar had settled down, a nice light brown ring right in the middle of his shaft. Which, by the way, even limp seemed to slightly stick out of his body, a sign his circumcision had been quite tight. The skin was very smooth without any wrinkles, with just a minimal amount of movement. There were absolutely no signs of bacteria or infection either.

As I examined him I asked a few questions. "Have you tried it out?"

He blushed "Yeah, I've been jerking off. At least once a day, usually more. No, I didn't feel any pain, and the feeling is quite more intense than before. I'm enjoying it quite a lot" he said with a wicked smile as he looked at me. "And yes, I use lube. I"ve been testing different brands."

"I'm happy to know everything is in perfect normal working order. What about sex?"

"No, not yet... but I think it might happen soon"

"Oh really? Who's the lucky girl?"

He told me about this girl he had been dating and I gave him the usual lecture about the need for safe sexual practices. "Let me know if everything went well."

I asked how his mother had been. I was a little worried after our last interaction and hadn't heard from her since. "She made me see this counselor a few times. We had a couple of joint sessions and then she continued attending without me. I guess she had more issues to solve than I did. We don't really talk much about the circumcision you know, but occasionally she asks if everything is alright with me 'down there'. I think she wants to talk about it but something is holding her back."

After I finished the examination, we both got up. I stretched my arms and held his shoulders "Well Robert, your circumcision has healed completely and you have a perfect, beautiful circumcised penis now. Everything seems to be working as it should be. You're not my patient anymore - unless something comes up and you come back - but I'd still like you to keep in touch from time to time. You were my very first patient and I'd like to keep tabs on you."

"Yeah, I'd like that too, Denise. It means we are friends now, right? So... thank you, Denise, for everything you did to help me, and especially, for circumcising me.

I hugged him tightly and my tears fell on his chest. "No, thank you, for letting me circumcise you."

For the next few months Robert and I would talk from time to time and he would update me on how his circumcision was going. One day when I arrived for my shift I was very surprised to see a familiar face in the waiting room.

"Miss Armstrong! I wasn't expecting to see you here. Would you like to come in?"

After exchanging the usual pleasantries, she go up with a serious expression on her face. "Doctor Messer, I... want to apologize to you. God, I was so, SO wrong. You just tried to help me and our son... and I insulted you. What I did to you was wrong and I apologize for it. But what I did to my son was... despicable"

"That's alright Karen, I understand. You were under a lot of stress and with a lot going on. I hold no grudges. But... I'm curious. What did you do to your son?"

She looked away, incapable of looking me in the eyes. "For a long time I was blind. I had a log in front of my eyes so to speak, and it was actually you who helped me cast it away. I never realized that my own distorted body image issues were harming my own son, but after our last... conversation, I set an appointment for Robert with the counselor you suggested". It was the first time I'd heard her refer to him by his name.

"I thought he needed help, that he insisted in the full circumcision because he wanted to harm himself. At that time, I couldn't understand why someone would do it to themselves. But Mr. Silva, the counselor, said Robert was actually traumatized because of personal obsession with.. foreskin."

"It took a long time for me to realize it, but Mr. Silva helped me understand my own issues and how I was projecting them onto Robert. I had fallen for the intactivist propaganda and their heavy emotional appeal while I was still pregnant, so very emotionally sensitive, and never bothered to fact-check or question them. I failed to take his physical and psychological well-being into consideration just to validate myself toward my friends."

"A couple of weeks ago, I finally spoke with Robert about it. He explained how he felt, all the bullying he suffered, the low self-esteem issues, and finally all his health issues related to his foreskin. He said how badly he always had wanted it done, and that now that he's finally circumcised, how everything is actually even better than he expected it to be. He said that for the very first time in his life, he feels like a man. He's not ashamed anymore. How clean it is and how good it feels to have his glans exposed all the time..." she blushed "and how much better it feels when... well, you know what I mean". I just nodded.

"After our conversation, I tried to reach out to other men who had been circumcised later in life. Can you believe that I've spent years talking down on them without EVER trying to hear them out? It was a... life changing experience. I've spoken to maybe two dozen of them, asking about their experiences and motivations. Some had it done by choice, others for health reasons, both the vast majority of them were totally pleased with their results, and their only complaint, every single time, was that they wished they had done it sooner. There was just one guy who was unhappy about it, but frankly I think he was just a troll."

"So doctor Messer, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for my past behavior, and to say thank you. Thank you for both circumcising my son and giving him the penis he always longed for, thank you for helping me realize how I was harming my son, and thank you for helping me see the truth."

I felt a wicked feeling. I had to prod a little bit more. I smiled, and asked. "What truth exactly, Karen?"

"The truth that foreskin sucks, and the circumcision is right"

She cried and I embraced her, welcoming her into the fold. Not only had I circumcised her son, but I had converted her as well. As we parted ways, she said to me:

"A friend from my... old days - they don't know how much I've changed - reached out and said her son is aso having some issues. I recommended that she talk to you. I trust you will give her and her son the same treatment you gave us".

"You bet I will!"

I was looking forward to converting another intactivist.