"Jasmine's Story [F] Submission Date: 2010-09-16By: ALAN J WA"
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Jasmine's Story [F]
Submission Date: 2010-09-16By: ALAN J WAITES (alan.waites@yahoo.co.uk)

[Female Circumcision/infibulation] [Minor]flag - Fiction

A tale of 2 sisters who seek circumcision.

JASMINE’S STORY

My name is Jasmine Fields, I am 12 years old, but my story began when I was 11, just last autumn. I live at home with mum and dad, my sister Kerry, and uncle Barnie. Last September I moved to a new school, a high school, for a while I missed my previous school, but as time went on, I developed new friends and forgot old ones, although I do see them when out to the shops with my mum or with Kerry.

As time moved on at the high school, we noticed things that we didn’t see in primary school. When we began proper organised sports, we used the full changing room facilities, whereas before we just changed into shorts and t-shirts in the hall with the boys, here we had a full sports outfit for whatever sport we were doing. This included shower facilities. We, that is the girls in the changing rooms, noticed each others bodies develop. We would compare the little buds in our breasts; count the single strands of pubic hair. I was leading in that department, I had 6 hairs. I was so proud, but I was so far behind in the breast department. But I knew it would happen at some point so I wasn’t too worried. Kerry, who was 15 then, was quite well developed in the breast department, so I knew that I would blossom soon. As I can remember I believe she was 12 when she started to blossom, but to be honest I was too young. But then things changed, and now this is my story.

One day, I came home from school, I knew there would be no one in, and so I used my key. Mum and Dad were still at work and wouldn’t be home until 6pm, Uncle Barnie was on the late shift and Kerry would be home at 5:30.

I dumped my bag in the hallway, coat on the rack and flicked off my shoes. I went into the lounge and turned on the television. Nothing on but stupid cartoons.

I also turned on the gas fire; I took off my school blue jumper, white blouse, blue skirt and white ankle socks. I was left standing in my white vest and panty. Someone at school had said you could tan your legs with the heat from a gas fire, I wasn’t too sure if I believed it, but thought I would give it a try anyway. So there I was stretched out on the edge of the sofa, letting the heat radiate onto my legs. I felt that they might be right.

I picked up the remote control and switched to the satellite channels, I started to bounce from channel to channel, soaps, films, sport, news, all the channels bounced by, then the documentary channels, flick, look, flick, look, flick, look, flick, whoa hang on, what was that, I flicked back at the previous channel. I didn’t know it then, but what I was watching had changed my life.

The image on the screen showed a child screaming, she was so young, I really hate it when they showed real children crying, sure, it is more passionate then having a child actor, but they are just acting, this was for real. The screaming child touched my heart. I watched, intrigued. Why the child was crying, what was it that had upset it, and why the film crew were not interested in quietening the child down.

The program continued, the child and the family were African, from Nigeria, the commentator told the viewers. Then he mentioned a word I had never heard of before, couldn’t be sure If I could recall it. So I reach for the remote control and selected the main menu and then selected sub-titles. I read with raptured interest the dialogue. I then read the word that I had heard earlier. Circumcision. I jumped up from the sofa, ran into the hall and picked up my school bag. I dumped it on the sofa and continued my tanning position.

I reach into my bag and brought out my jotter, pen and dictionary. I made a bee-line to the C section; I thumbed down until I found the word I was looking for. Circumcision, it was only a junior dictionary, but it was in there and I read it. The removal of foreskin in the male penis and the removal of the clitoris in females.

This was completely new to me. With not having any boys in the home, just dad and uncle Barnie, I have never even seen their penises. This was going to take on further investigation. I continued to watch the program. The child, a female, was been held down and an older woman was leaning over her. The child, a baby really, couldn’t have been more then 4 was still screaming. There were other family members in the background, they were chanting or singing, the child’s screaming were drowning them out. I then saw the old woman use a small knife, certainly an old knife judging by the condition, lean towards the child’s genitals, that was when the blood splashed out, and the camera panned away. The commentator was still talking, the sub-titles read that the child had her inner labia cut away and now it was the clitoris to be cut out.

I put my pen down. I reach down towards my panty, I slid my hand inside and push my fingers inside my lips, I moved through the folds and found my own clitoris. I squeezed it tight. I wasn’t trying to caress it, like what I had done before, but just squeezed it to numb it, to try and imagine it no longer there.

I watched the program, I watched as the child had her clitoris cut off, and then she was to be infibulated, whatever that means. The sub-titles rolled the word. I must look that up; I still had my hand down my panty, still squeezing my little clitoris. It was then that I had the shock of my life.

I just casually turned my head away from the screen, and there was uncle Barnie stood in the doorway. He was dressed in a dressing gown, wearing slippers.

I expected uncle Barnie to go ballistic, but he stood there calm.

“Hello Jasmine”

“Hello uncle Barnie” I stammered. “I thought I was on my own”

“So I see. It’s ok, Jasmine, just relax”

I took my hand out of my panty and sat full on the sofa, with my legs curled up. He came into the room and sat next to me.

“I phoned in sick today. Felt really groggy. So what this you are watching?” he asked me.

“A documentary about circumcision.”

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“I was wondering what was happening to the child, she was screaming and no one seemed to be helping her. I think it is very cruel.”

“It is Jasmine. Is this the first time you have ever heard of circumcision?”

“Yes, I want to stop it”

“Well, the problem is that it is an African problem. But would you stop it if it could be done without the child screaming?”

“No, uncle Barnie, if it is going to happen then do it without upsetting the child”

“Good my exact sentiments”

“What is circumcision uncle Barnie?”

“Well, like the documentary says, it is the removal of the inner lip and internal hood and clitoris. When it is done properly it is a good thing to happen. It makes the girl much cleaner, and if the full circumcision is applied then the outer lips are brought together and sewn tight, leaving just a little hole to pee out of.”

“Why, why would people do this to girls?”

“Well, it stops them from getting pregnant, in any third world country, girls get pregnant much earlier then over in the west. Also it is much healthier, no diseases. It stops men from forcing themselves on the girl; if they are infibulated then they can not do anything to her.”

“Oh I see. You know so much about this”

“Well, I have had a girlfriend who was circumcised. I then went on the computer and studied about it, educated myself. In things like this, education is the best thing. You are not going to learn it in schools, or on the streets. Most of the people out there have never even heard of the word, much less what it means.”

“Yes, well I do need to learn about it. I want to stop children from crying when they are being circumcised. If you can’t stop it then at least you could humanise it.”

“You know something Jasmine, I like your attitude” said Barnie.

“I am glad you are here, I imaging mum and dad wouldn’t even have let me watch the program”

“Well, your mum and dad do love you; they just want you to have a proper childhood. But they too, haven’t seen any of this. Remember, I have had a girlfriend, so have personnel experience”

“Tell me about her. Did I ever meet her?” asked Jasmine.

“No, no, that was quite a few years ago now.”

“So you could see her again?”

“No Jasmine, I don’t know where she is now. But I remember the first time I saw her naked. I felt strange because I had never seen anything like that before. Do you remember my ex-wife, well, I used to say to her if you don’t tuck it in I will cut it off. But I wouldn’t have done because in those days I knew nothing of female circumcision.”

“So she never got it cut off”

“Not then and probably not now. She has a different attitude to sex then what I have”

“Which is?”

“I like to be caressed, massage, having a gentle stoke, to make one another appreciate each other”

We looked at each other.

“Come over here, turn your back to me and tell me what you think”

I sat on the sofa with my back to him. He touched the top of my shoulders and gently started to rub them. I could feel the muscles start to move, I involuntary started to slightly move the shoulders. This felt good; I could appreciate what he was saying. His strong hands were working my shoulders and started to move down my back.

“That feels good” I said.

“Yes, I am quite all finger finger at this. Do you want to come upstairs and look on the computer at the circumcision websites.”

“Yes, I want to learn more about it.”

“Good, right come on lets take your stuff, you will need the uniform in the morning”.

I picked up my bag and shoes and uncle Barnie collected my clothes. It was still sometime before Kerry was due home. But just for once I had uncle Barnie to myself, and it felt good. We climbed the stairs, it was only a 3 bedroom house, but uncle Barnie had the attic room. I have been up there loads of times before, playing games on his computer, but this was the first time I went up in my underwear, going looking at the computer for strange and new topics.

Uncle Barnie and I look a right pair, me in my undies, and feeling comfortable and he in his dressing gown, I had noticed that he wasn’t wearing anything else either. But there we were, sat in the 2 chairs on the computer table. He switched on the computer and applied his log-in.

“Jasmine, I have to say what you are going to see, are samples of circumcised and infibulated ladies, basically, naked photographs, not exactly the sort of thing you show an 11 year old.

“Its ok uncle Barnie, I think I know enough now to get an idea of what to expect.”

“That quite imaginative of you. Ok here goes”

“The servers have loads and loads of groups of interest. There are the groups regarding sci-fi nerds to groups of girls doing bad things. Groups that are medical and biblical. Basically you can set up groups on whatever subject you want. I am member of quite a few circ groups. Here’s my favourite, LovelyCircs.”

The group was on the homepage, it showed that there were 2976 members, a lot of people interested, polls to vote on, photo section and files showing other links and database.

“I think we should go to the photo section first.”

Uncle Barnie scrolled down to the photos section.

“These photos are those girls and ladies who have wanted to be circumcised. That is those who undergo a proper operation. This operation is near painless and comfortable as it is done in hospital.”

“How do they do that?”

“We will get to that later”

“Do you see this photo?”

“Yes, is that an infibulation?”

“Yes, the seal all the way down from the top to the bottom.”

“How does that look like on a non circumcised girl?”

“Jasmine, do you trust me?”

“Yes uncle Barnie I do”

“Please take off your panty. I promise I will not touch, but use this pencil, to show you.”

“Ok.”

She stood up and took off her panty. He pointed me to the bed, and I sat against the headboard. He took a mirror from the dressing table.

“Ok Jasmine, just sit legs apart please and hold open your lips?”

I sat there; he positioned the mirror to where I could see the inside of my pussy. I was seeing things I had never seen from that angle before. True to his word, uncle Barnie used the pencil.

“This part here is called the inner labia, where the pencil is touching, is where the first cuts are made. They are sliced from top to the bottom, on both sides”

“Ok got it” I said

“This then leaves the hood exposed, you get cut around the hood, and the surgeon will lift the hood whilst cutting it. Could you just pull the hood up? I don’t want to touch it but I do want you to see more.”

I did what uncle Barnie said and surprised even myself, I have never seen that before, it just popped out.

“That is the actual clitoris, you be surprised at how many women think the hood is the clitoris. Some of them don’t deserve one. Anyway, I digress, this is pulled upto it’s full height, as it sits mostly below the skin level, and then the surgeon will cut into the shaft and try to cut it out at the root.”

He pulled away the pencil and moved my hands away from there.

“I don’t want you touching there anymore than necessary, it’s not exactly a clean spot at the moment”

I thought we were finished but he continued.

“Ok, what I want you to do is to push your outer lips, they are called labia majora, together.”

I did as uncle Barnie said.

“That’s right”

Then he poked the pencil into the lips from the bottom.

“This is what an infibulation would look like; you have just a small hole to pee through and later in life, when you have your periods”.

I knew about them well enough.

“With a seal like this, no one can force anything into you. You can not be raped, or even have sex with a boyfriend. Basically when you are ready and that would be when you get married then the seal could be opened. Or you can be artificially inseminated and then give birth through a section.”

I understood what was happening, I knew that if all that was to be done, then the last thing you needed was a screaming child. I fully understood that this needs to be done in hospital.

I didn’t say I wanted to be circumcised per se but I still wanted to know more. Then uncle Barnie said something that surprised me. I was still naked from the waist down, but felt completely comfortable.

“Better put your panty back on Jasmine.”

He handed me my panty and I slipped them on. I sat down on the computer table again.

“Ok Jasmine, is there anything else you notice about this photo?”

“Yes, she is shaved smooth, just like Kerry.”

“Yes I know.”

“What, how come?”

“Kerry is thinking about having a circumcision & infibulation too.”

“Wow, I never knew that.”

“She has discovered circumcision in pretty much the same way as you have done, I was careless and left the computer on, she was just looking for a game to play. We got talking and I showed her the same photo as I have shown you. It is a good photo, displays everything, or rather nothing if you prefer.”

I laughed as I knew what he meant.

“So did she start to shave when she first discovered circumcision, I knew it was a while, as I had popped into the bathroom one day, but she just shooed me out.”

“No I’ve always shaved” said a voice from behind.

It was the second time I had been caught unawares in an uncomfortable position, and again I expected some sharp words, but as before they never came.

“Hello, Kerry, how was school today” asked uncle Barnie

“Fine, 2 more girls in school, Joanne and Diane have shaved their bushes. My influence is growing.”

“Good, glad to hear it, maybe more later.”

“So Jasmine, what do you think of circumcision?” asked Kerry

“If it stops children from screaming when they get cut, then it should be done in hospital.”

“Yes, but what do you think” she asked again.

“Don’t know yet, I mean it looks good, but I don’t know if I can do it. I want to learn more about it.”

It was then she surprised me.

“I am off to the Doctors next week; I want to discuss it with her. It is a good job that she is an Egyptian woman. I don’t even think I could go if it was a British doctor”.

“They wouldn’t even entertain you, it has been illegal since 1986, and as you are both minors, they couldn’t even do it until you are both 18, and there is no way you would be infibulated.” said uncle Barnie.

“Yes Jasmine, I have seen enough and leant enough to know that not only do I want to be circumcised but I want to be infibulated too. I want to be sealed and only have a 15mm peehole. Look at me.”

Kerry pulled off her skirt and pulled down her panty. I had seen Kerry naked before, but I never thought that uncle Barnie had, it was obvious that he has.

“See Jasmine; see how the inner lips and clitoral hood are poking out. It’s not nice to look at. Some of the girls in the showers have a closed look, though not cut and some of the girls are hanging out. I don’t like it, it doesn’t look attractive. I want them cut off”

Uncle Barnie passed me a ruler and I saw what exactly 15mm were like.

“And Jasmine I want you to be infibulated too” said Kerry.

“And me too.” said uncle Barnie.

I looked from Kerry to uncle Barnie and back to Kerry. I could see that they were both serious, but I couldn’t disagree with them. I have seen for myself how good an infibulation looks. It is something I really need to think about.

“Getting late girls, they’ll be home soon.”

Kerry pulled her panty back up and put back on her skirt. I too got dressed and made myself presentable, but I longed to be nude. I may give a shriek when daddy comes in by mistake, but I will never do it to uncle Barnie. I now see him in a new light. I went upto him and gave him a big hug. Kerry joined in a 3-way hug.

“Whoa Jasmine, join the club” said uncle Barnie

“I think I will. I think I want to be done exactly the same way as Kerry will be done” I said

Both Kerry and uncle Barnie hugged me tighter, and they both kissed me on the cheeks.

Later that evening we were all sat around the table for dinner. Mother remonstrated that we had not even peeled the potatoes. Like we had time to do that. We sat and ate in silence. So much I wanted to say to Kerry and uncle Barnie, but scared to mention anything. It made me look at my parents in a new light. Of course I still love them, and always will but now I was taking a path away from the cultural mother to daughter relationship. There were things that I always used to talk about, but now I had a new avenue.

After dinner, uncle Barnie and I washed up. Mum and Dad were sat watching TV, and as usual, fell asleep on the sofa. Bless them they do work hard for us. But at this moment in time, it was now uncle Barnie and I, Kerry will always be there, she is my growing influence. What ever Kerry will do I know I will follow. This is because she has so much confidence in herself. She has taught me a lot over the last few years since I grew out of my infantile stage. I must stress that it is not about copying her per se, but she has a good logical perception, and does things in a common, practical sense way. Actually I think now that it is Uncle Barnie that is leading the way. But at this moment in time it is him and me, and I love it.

All too soon it was becoming bedtime, which meant that I got in the bath first. Kerry follows afterwards. Well, mum thought it was a good idea to as we were both growing. However tonight, was different.

Kerry came into the kitchen just as we had finished drying the last of the plates.

“Jasmine, I have run a bath and we are both going to share it tonight.”

“Why?” I asked

“Well, I need to teach you things, to talk to you and just to tell you about my plans for us”

“Ok then” I said.

Uncle Barnie gave us both a look. He knew this was going to happen.

“Go on, Jasmine, I will finish off here, only the pans to do”

I put the tea towel down and followed Kerry out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the bathroom. Kerry closed and locked the door. She started to undress me, I jumped into the bath and kicked the bubbles, it was just like as it was when we were younger. Kerry undressed, and was in the bath sat at the other hand.

“Jasmine, I want you to want this infibulation, because I wish I had someone talk to me when I was 11. We are so lucky in having uncle Barnie here with us. I would have done this then if I knew about it. I do not want you go through the tribulations I have gone through.”

“Do you really feel that we can get this done?”

“I do Jasmine, I feel that it is safer for us, we need to protect ourselves from the gang culture outside. We do martial arts but imagine if we were attacked by a large gang. You hear about it on the television news, you see them loitering in the playgrounds. I don’t want anyone to infiltrate me, and I don’t want them to infiltrate you too.”

“Ok Kerry, you are my star, I will follow you but I think mum and dad are not going to like it”

“The only time they see us naked is when we are on holiday”

“Yes, we never wear swimming costumes on holiday” said Jasmine

“Ok, Jasmine, now your education really starts, come over here”

I got up and moved to where she indicated.

“Put one leg up here and the other there.”

I sat on the side of the bath, legs spread apart.

“You are beginning to peek through”

She pulled my lips apart, something that uncle Barnie said he wouldn’t do, my sister Kerry has. Deep in my heart I wished uncle Barnie had too, but I knew he was the caring person he is and wouldn’t do anything to me that he knew was morally wrong.

Kerry took a can of shaving cream from the side of the taps. She took the top of and squirted a blob into her hand. Put the can back and then started to cream the foam. She then put the foam over my pubic hair. She smoothed over the foam and took a small razor from her toiletries bag.

“You need to be smooth just like me and uncle Barnie.”

I mouthed the word “Barnie’s shaved, thought men didn’t do that”

“Oh, sure, he really hates it, he been doing to himself for years and years, once or twice I have come in and seen him naked, a shaved male is a turn on, just as a shaved female is. Now move the razor in a downward motion, try not to go up again the hair, you will get a bit of a rash.”

Kerry continued to move my few pubic hairs, but I knew she was right. This had to be done.

“Ok Jasmine, just pull the skin tight and there you go. Lovely and smooth. Think you can do that yourself now.”

“Yes, I think so, I think the secret is to be able to do it 2 or 3 times a week” I told her.

“Yes, now you can shave me”

We swopped sides, she put up her legs as I had. She didn’t have anything except very small growth. I could see that it was important to maintain a regular shave. I took the can and squirted a large amount.

“Whoa, too much, just a small ball of foam. I don’t need too much as I am not shaving hair just bristles”

I applied the foam to her pubic area, smothered it out to the lips and abdomen. I took the razor she had used on me.

“Ok, Jasmine, just use it in a downward stroke, two strokes then tap the razor against the side of the bath. Then continue to shave downwards to underneath my lips. There you go, that’s right. See how much easier it is when you keep it clear.”

“Yes, but I have swimming class tomorrow, I think they will be a few who notice that I have shaved”

“Once they see that it is clean and neat they will follow, and once we have our infibulations then they may even want it for themselves.”

We continued to frolic in the bath, it was good to have fun and have a serious element too. But too soon it was time to finish. We dried ourselves and Kerry put moisturising lotion on our shaved nether regions.

“This is to keep the skin nice and supple” she told me.

Yes it did have the desired effect, I felt like I had never felt before, I went to reach for my pyjamas but then noticed that they were still in the bedrooms.

“Not to worry Jasmine, we will just have to go through nude. Mum and dad are still asleep; they don’t get up until bedtime.”

“So that leaves Uncle Barnie” I said.

“So” said Kerry.

I smiled, unlocked the door and left the bathroom, stood at the top of the stairs and called out.

“Uncle Barnie”

A door opened downstairs and uncle Barnie stood at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes Jasmine”

“Can you read me a bedtime story please?”

“Sure.”

He came up the stairs and I just stood there, Kerry was stood by the bathroom, still naked and a gaped smile. I could get used to this. I took uncle Barnie by the hand and led him into my bedroom. I stood there completely naked and completely smooth whilst uncle Barnie reached up for a book.

“Goldilocks” he said

“Ok” I said.

I winked at Kerry and closed the door. Kerry pulled a face as I did.

I went up to my dressing table and started to brush my hair. I was completely comfortable and safe. I was looking forward to much more and more of this.

“Uncle Barnie, I want you to know that I have decided that I want to be infibulated”

He smiled and hugged me, a nice friendly hug that spoke volumes. Not for the first time I wished he was also naked.

Eventually I found my pyjamas and put them on. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers up.

“Are we settled then, Goldilocks” he said.

I don’t remember falling asleep but I did dream about the screaming child. I knew that when it was my turn I would not be screaming.

The next week was difficult for me. Uncle Barnie was on the nightshifts. He would leave home at 5pm and not be back until 7:30am. That didn’t leave much time for socialising with him. It was the longest week of my life. I didn’t really say too much to Kerry, she was still waiting for her appointment with the Doctor. I knew it would be when I was at school but when the day of the appointment came I was just as nervous. I knew whatever the Doctor said to her then it would be the same for me. What I didn’t know was that uncle Barnie was taking her in his car. If I had known that I would have gone to the Doctor’s too.

Although I missed the daily contact with uncle Barnie, when he left for work at 5pm, he would always give me a hug and kiss. I wanted every second of it and never wanted to let go. He would tell me to be good and not be naughty. I knew what he meant. I was not to touch myself at all. I was going to be a good girl for uncle Barnie. He also said that he didn’t think it was a good idea to tan my legs in front of the gas fire. I knew that, but still wanted to dress that way for my uncle Barnie. As soon as he had left for work, I would put my uniform back on.

On the Friday, the day of the appointment, it had become apparent that there was no one at home. Uncle Barnie cruiser car was not under the lean to porch. I wanted to do my usual routine, but my mind was in turmoil, I figured that uncle Barnie had taken Kerry to the Doctors.

It was 5:30pm when Kerry walked through the door.

“Hello Kerry, how did it go?”

“Jasmine, very good indeed. Come upstairs and I will tell you everything she told me”

“Was uncle Barnie there?”

“Yes, he was, he picked me up from school and took me. He sat in with us.”

“I hope he will be there when I go to the Doctors”

I followed Kerry up the stairs to her room. She dumped her bag on the floor, kicked off her shoes and flopped herself on the bed.

“Come on Jasmine, lay next to me”

I made myself comfortable next to my sister.

“Uncle Barnie came and picked me up from school, we talked about the appointment and what the Doctor would say. If she agreed to my request then everything would be fine. If, on the other hand they wouldn’t help us then it would be a problem. But uncle Barnie reckons if it comes to that then we just go and have a holiday in Egypt. See the Pyramids and get circumcision and infibulated at the same time.”

“I would love to see the Pyramids” I said.

“Anyway, we got there, and sat in the waiting room. They called my name. I got up but uncle Barnie stayed sat down. I said I wanted him to come in with me. So he did. When we got to the consultation room, I sat near Doctor Bahrudi and uncle Barnie sat near the door”.

“What did Doctor Bahrudi say?” I asked

“Well, I said it straight it out. I said I wanted to be circumcised and infibulated. Well, you could see her eyes light up. She put down her pen and pulled her chair nearer to me. Do you know what is involved she asked, yes I said. I have discussed it with my uncle Barnie here. I pointed to my uncle. I see she said, and she asked him what he knew of the subject, he said he had hands-on experience with circumcised ladies and thoroughly approved of the act. Well, she then told me in graphic detail. How I would be spread out, given injections and poked about before they would start the cutting. She in even showed me actual operation photos. Not of the Africans who get badly cut up but the neatly cuts on these ladies.”

“Were they like the photos that uncle Barnie has?” I asked.

“No, those photos show the finished article. Anyway, she said that the operation could be done by her”.

“Aw wicked, am so excited” I said.

“Yes, I know what you mean, my eyes lit up. Even though I am only 15 I asked and she said she would have preferred me to be cut at 10. She said that whilst the insides are still small it is so much easier, especially when doing the final seal.”

“So would it be better for me than for you” I asked

“Probably for the final seal, it will be finer and blend in to your skin better then for me, but I think it would be good as we both want it anyway so we are not going to struggle. Anyway, she did something which was brilliant”

“What?”

“She showed me hers”

“Wow”

“Yes even uncle Barnie was surprised. But she said as he had approved she was ok with it. Anyway, she took off her white coat, dropped her trousers and panty. She is like us, cleaned shaved and such a beautiful seal. But she has a smaller peehole. She doesn’t need a bigger hole as she had a hysterectomy before she started to become a Doctor. As they took her ability to have children away, her periods gradually stopped.”

“This is just so exciting, wish I was there too.”

“Well, anyway, we were all sat there and she told us that as it was strictly illegal to do what she would do, she would have to do it in private time. So it will be after normal surgery hours. But it will cost £300, I was downcast but uncle Barnie said that was ok and all we had to do was arrange a date. Well, I would have done it there and then, but uncle Barnie said the best date was when it is mum and dad’s wedding anniversary.”

“What, they have a party and we get infibulated” I said.

“No silly, uncle Barnie is going to pay for them to go away for a long weekend in London. They are going for a weekend break trip, see some theatre, shopping, have dinner and stay in a nice hotel.”

“Uncle Barnie, where would we be without him” I sighed

“So, that it, basically, my appointment is in 2 weeks time.”

“What about me” I asked.

“Well uncle Barnie thinks that if we both go, he reckons it will cost about £500. I said that would be too much and he can’t afford to pay for it all, but he said just look at the end result. It will be worth it”

“2 weeks” I said

“Yes Jasmine, 2 weeks time our pussies will be sealed forever.”

“Do you think they will stop our periods too?” I asked

“No silly, we both want to have babies, so periods will just have to be lived with. That’s why we are only getting 15mm peehole, so we can insert a tampon.”

“I don’t ever want anything inside me ever” I said

“It is for the best, towels will be messy in the end” said Kerry.

“Anyway we got the date and time, and I was so excited, uncle Barnie said he wanted a quick chat with Doctor Bahrudi, so I left them to it and skipped out to the car”

“I wonder what he asked the Doctor”

“I don’t know, he brought me back here and he’s left for work.”

We laid on the bed, laughing, we knew we were getting our operations in just 2 weeks, which would be a very long fortnight indeed.

“How’s your shaving” Kerry asked.

“Good, like you said, every second bath, I use the razor, and then put on the moisturiser. I just wish uncle Barnie was here, I want one of his shoulder rubs”

“Yes he is good at that. I wanted him to do a full body massage, but he said I had to wait until I was infibulated.”

“I know what you mean, I want more than just the shoulders and back done” I said.

“Yes, it proves that uncle Barnie isn’t getting kicks out of this but he is genuinely helping us.”

“Imagine if it was dad doing this” I said.

“Don’t even think about it” Kerry said.

The rest of the day went as expected, nothing changed in our household.

During the next week, Uncle Barnie was back on the dayshift, but he was always home just after I got there. As soon as I got in, my uniform was off and I was in my customary position wearing just my vest and panty in front of the gas fire. And as usual, I waited until he would come home. A loving hug and we would both go upstairs to the computer. I switched it on and uncle Barnie would key-in his log-in. I would then go onto the LovelyCircs group. I had noticed that there were a few more members, this was a popular group. One of my favourite parts were the polls section. I would go in and select a question and see the answers and who voted for each answer. Uncle Barnie had even set up a few questions himself.

One of the questions was whether men were looking for an infibulated lady. I was surprised that over 35% would want a lady who was infibulated, with 40% preferring a circumcised lady with 25% not wanting any more of cutting at all.

“Uncle Barnie, why would 25% people not want a wife who was cut, if they don’t want them cut then they shouldn’t be there.”

“Well, everyone has their opinion; sometimes it balances the argument in favour of circumcision against not cutting. It’s called democracy. By giving them the option of choice you can see who the people who like circumcision and those who don’t.

“See this question here, how many older men would advise a young lady regarding her circumcision. The options are compared with They would, they would ask her to talk to a female, then whether you would ignore them. See there are fewer answers because these people wouldn’t know what to say to someone who asked a question. But still the men who would advise is quite high. Remember, this is not something you get asked at school.”

“I know. It is not something I have said to any of my friends yet.”

“Speaking of which, how did it go in the showers” asked uncle Barnie

“I did get some looks, and my friend Tracey asked why I did it. I told her I wanted to know if I miss not having any hair there. She said if I meant that when we get a full bush would you miss having a full bush if you had completely shaved it all off. Exactly, I said. I think I prefer it to be completely smooth. Also, I told her, I don’t want to grow up yet. And she said she always thought that too, she wants to be a little girl forever, anyway next time we were in the showers Tracey had shaved too.”

“Well, there you go, all this past few weeks has given you the confidence to speak to other people. In a few weeks time she will be seeing your infibulation. Then what do you think she will say?” said uncle Barnie.

“Uncle Barnie, can you give me a shoulder rub please”

“Sure, just turn the chair around.”

I did better than that, I took my vest and panty off and lay on his bed. He told me to lay with my head towards the bottom of the bed. He then knelt down and started to caress my shoulders moving down towards my back

“Hello you two” Kerry had come through the door.

“Hello Kerry, I said.

Uncle Barnie said hello as he continued to caress me. Then Kerry did something I never expected. She just started to get undressed and pushed me over on the bed.

There we were, both my sister and I naked on the bed and uncle Barnie massaging us both, one hand each. I wanted to turn over, but was told a firm no. Not until we were both infibulated. Now I could not wait for it to happen.

It seemed like forever, we were laid on the bed, but at what seemed at exactly the right time, uncle Barnie said that our parents were due home in a 10 minutes. We hurriedly dressed, it was then that I realised that I hadn’t given him a naked hug. I was secretly gutted. We got downstairs and started to peel the potatoes ready for dinner.

We ate dinner and then the usual, Kerry and I would do the washing up whilst mum, dad and uncle Barnie sat in the lounge. Uncle Barnie came into the kitchen with the coffee cups and gave Kerry an envelope.

“What’s this” she asked.

“London trip tickets” he said.

“You go and give them to your mum and dad now, a gift from all of us”

“Lovely, it is as planned” she asked.

“Yes Kerry, from next Thursday to the following Monday. We then get you done on Friday, and hopefully by the Monday the most of the after effects will be gone.”

“Me too” I asked

“Yes you too” uncle Barnie said.

“Ok, then let’s go” I said.

We all moved into the lounge and in good time too, you could almost see the eyes close.

“Mum, dad, we have all saved up our pocket money and to be fair, uncle Barnie has provided most of it. But happy anniversary” said Kerry

Mum and dad were very surprised, but they were worried about leaving us for so long. But Kerry told them we would be fine, as uncle Barnie was on his long weekend too. This was true as part of his rosta gave them a 7 day weekend every 17 week cycle.

Perfect timing all around. Mum and dad hugged us, mum hugged uncle Barnie and dad shook his hand. It was going to be a good anniversary. Uncle Barnie stayed in the lounge whilst Kerry and I went up for a bath; this time is was a shared one again.

The week flew by, and by Thursday, mum and dad had packed, they were waiting for uncle Barnie to drop them off at the train station. In about an hour, uncle Barnie was back. This was it; we were all on our own. We had a takeaway pizza for dinner, a good start, but the best was to come. This night was to be the best night of my life.

I had my bath as usual, with a shave; well we were to be operated on the next day, so it was shaves for all. After my bath, dried and moisturised I sat at my desk in my room, still nude. Kerry took her bath and afterwards, came into my room.

“Excited” she asked.

“Oh yes” I replied.

“This time tomorrow, we will be infibulated, it will be so good”.

She put her arms around my shoulders.

“Yes, I suppose tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of our lives”

“Very philosophical” she said

“Uncle Barnie rubbing off on us”

“Yes Jasmine, he has taught us so much, but now you must go to bed and get some sleep for tomorrow”

“Good night Kerry” I said

“Good night Jasmine”.

Kerry went into her own room. I was not ready for bed yet. I was waiting until I was ready. I heard uncle Barnie go for his bath, the singing was funny. I stood by the door; I could hear the water drain away. It would be only a few more minutes. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened. I opened my door.

“Uncle Barnie, can I talk to you about tomorrow”

“Sure Jasmine, a big day for all of us tomorrow.”

I stood to one side and let uncle Barnie come in, he was wearing his dressing gown. I sat on my bed and he sat next to me.

“Could you caress my shoulders please?”

“Sure, ok turn around”

“No stand up” I said

Uncle Barnie stood up and I unfastened his dressing gown, I took if off him and placed it on the chair. This was the first time I had seen him naked and it would not be the last, that I was determined about.

“That’s better” I said

I then laid on the bed so that my shoulders were at the top board lying at an angle. So that uncle Barnie had no choice but to straddle my body. He climbed onto my bed and started to do his gentle caress.

“So what do you want to talk about?” he asked

“I just want re-assurance that I am doing the right thing. But the way you’re caressing me I know I am. Do you know it’s been weeks since I last touched myself”

“That is very good Jasmine. I am not only impressed but very pleased, this just shows that this kind of sex is better then the other kind of sex”

“Yes, it is so much. Uncle Barnie, will you stay with me tonight”

“Ok then” he replied.

After the caressing, I slipped under the sheets, and allowed uncle Barnie to lay next to me. He held me in his arms and I laid with my leg over his legs. I never want to do this with any other man. I had my hand on his stomach and moved it downwards. I felt the smoothness of his shaved pubic area. It was good to feel someone else who had moisturised. This proved to me the benefits of shaving. I move my hand on to his penis. However, uncle Barnie took my hand away and held it to his chest. I know, got to wait until I was infibulated first. Thank god it was tomorrow. I don’t know what time I got to sleep, but when I woke in the morning, he was gone.

The next morning we were all pretty much excited, I got up and went into Kerry’s room. She was sat at her desk, naked.

“Morning Jasmine”

“Morning Kerry”

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

I blushed, but I suppose I have made my love for uncle Barnie pretty clear to all, well Kerry and uncle Barnie anyway.

“Yes, but it will be so much better when we are infibulated”

“I know, I am dying for an orgasm. A final one, but uncle Barnie said that if I ever try to do it then he will make me wear a chastity belt”

“What’s that” I asked

“A special belt which stops anyone from touching me or anyone to have sex with me. It has a padlock which I do not have a key to open it”

“That would have been good, I wanted to have a last one, but I just want to have it cut off”.

“Yes, well very soon. Wear your fleece tracksuit today, and no underwear. We don’t need them today.”

“Ok then” I said.

Uncle Barnie said it was time; we got into the people carrier. He had lowered the seating at the back. It was so that we could lay down on the return trip. Kerry held on to my hand. You would think I was going to run away. Or perhaps it was Kerry who wanted to ensure that she didn’t run away. This thought brought a smile to my face. We left home; it was only a short trip to the clinic so it wasn’t long before we got there. It was arranged that we go by a side entrance. It leads straight into the operation room. We were there. Doctor Bahrudi greeted us.

“Hello ladies, hello Barnie” she said.

“Hello” said Kerry

“Hello, no one has ever called us ladies before” I said.

“Well, after today, you will no longer be children but ladies. In our tradition it is vital that every female be circumcised and infibulated. It is my birthright to cut every female.” the Doctor said.

This made me feel more grown up and more willing to do the operation. I had noticed that uncle Barnie was setting up a video camera, one of the new style ones with the memory card.

“Right Kerry first” said Doctor Bahrudi.

Kerry stood there and unzipped her tracksuit and placed the top on the chair, she then flicked off her trainers and the tracksuit bottoms came down. She went to the gyn chair and sat in it. Doctor Bahrudi then fastened the strap across her stomach. She then took her right leg and placed in the stirrup, and her other leg was placed on the left. I was sat on the bench. Uncle Barnie was taking photographs. He explained that in years to come you would want to see the photos; yes I expect we probably would.

Doctor Bahrudi was talking as she carried on with her work. She was saying she would first inject a local anaesthetic into Kerry, firstly into her outer lips, then another inside her lips, one on each side, then she pulled over her hood and injected directly into her clitoris. I saw Kerry flinch each time, but she was not crying or screaming like the African child. So this was going to be ok. She the left Kerry alone for 20 minutes. This was so that the anaesthetic to take hold.

Uncle Barnie had taken photographs of a naked strapped Kerry and the video camera was in operation. I found out later that the memory card was a 12hr file. So it was placed in such an angle that everything was in view. I looked at the viewing screen. I wished it was me first. The Doctor come back into the room, and gently prodded Kerry.

“Good, she is ready, just need to fit this colostomy bag into her peehole”

This was it. Doctor Bahrudi was dressed in all white surgical gowns; she also wore latex gloves and a face mask. I saw her pick up a scalpel. She moved her chair directly so she was just inches away from Kerry pussy. She took the left side of her inner labia; she then started to slice, slowly but accurately the flesh. When she had removed that piece she put it into a kidney dish. The Doctor then took a laser tool and heat sealed the open wound. Satisfied that the bleeding has come to a minimum, she gently wiped away the little blood that was there. She then picked up her scalpel and proceeded to slice the inner labia on the other side. The entire time uncle Barnie had kept on taking photographs and the video camera was working. I sat there raptured. I was waiting for my turn. Hurry up Doctor.

The Doctor heat sealed the cutting, and then turned her attention to the clitoral hood. She held it tight up, as far as it would go, this time she sliced from the back point straight down to the front of the hood and in what seemed like the same movement, cut the other side, the hood was in the same clamps. It was off. All that was left was the clitoris, I was so excited that I wanted to reach down into my own pussy, but mindful of where I was stayed still.

The Doctor then took her clitoris, and then I noticed it was quite large, this was due to having a direct injection. As it was now bigger, it would be easier to cut.

She took the clitoris, and gently massaged it a little, I could see that it had grown, just a little more, but it was now at its peak. The Doctor then started to cut into a downward motion. I was expecting to cut it straight, but the root of the clitoris needs to come out too. It is no use leaving half of it still inside. She continued to cut down in a circular motion, all around the doomed organ. Very soon the cuts were done; I was shocked at how much was inside. I could relate it to having a tooth out.

It was here that Kerry began to moan slightly, it was pretty deep so the anaesthesia maybe hadn’t reach that far. But her moans were all that they were, just moans, no tears or screams. This was good. The doctor put her laser seal into the hole where the clitoris was, this made Kerry moan louder, but it had to be done. The heater sealer was then used on the sides where the hood was. Job done, the doctor then just wiped the loose droplets of blood.

The Doctor then moved the tube from Kerry’s peehole and pushed it down towards her anus. She took the scalpel and started to cut the outer labia from the top, right at the point of the peak. She cut down slowly, the lip splitting apart, she sliced again just above the original cut. These were down to a small part at the bottom. It was about 10mm from the bottom of the outer labia, pretty much to where the catheter was, but a few millimetres above it. She then started to cut on the other side in exactly the same manner. I later found out that, the seal is created by pushing both sides together and allowing both wounds to heal against each other, so no stitches. The doctor pushed both parts together and used butterfly stitches to hold them together. The doctor placed 6 of these little plasters. She then put on a larger plaster over the plasters. Kerry was moaning only slightly now and uncle Barnie was still taking the photos.

But the job was done, Kerry was now circumcised and the healing of the seal was now taking place. All we had to do was make sure that our legs stayed together until both sides had adhered together. Soon it would be my turn. I was excited and couldn’t wait for uncle Barnie to start taking the photos. When this started then I knew the operation had started.

Uncle Barnie had helped Doctor Bahrudi release Kerry’s legs and put them together, the strap on the stomach was undone and uncle Barnie picked up Kerry and moved her over the recovery bed that was on the other side of the room. I started to undress, it was my turn now and I really couldn’t wait. I moved over to the gyn chair and sat in it.

I even put my own legs into the stirrups whilst the doctor was looking at Kerry. When she got to me she was so surprised at how eager I was and uncle Barnie had started to take the first photographs. The doctor fastened the waist strap and adjusted the stirrups.

She then picked up a hypodermic needle and proceeded to inject me, first of all in the outer lips, then the inners lips and finally in the clitoris itself. This was very sharp and indeed it really hurt, but I was determined not to cry. I wanted to be strong for the African children.

The doctor left me for a while. She was talking to uncle Barnie; I hope she doesn’t stop him from taking the photographs. I wanted this memory to last forever, and by having photos to look at this would happen for me.

The Doctor come back and inserted a colostomy bag into my peehole. This was it, it is starting, I looked over to my sister, Kerry was laying perfectly still but was look at me from her side. She smiled and I smiled back. We were going to be special sisters.

I don’t remember the doctor starting to cut me, the anaesthesia working well, but soon enough the pain came to me. I guess this was the clitoris being removed. I bore the pain, it was rewarding pain and I wanted to be rewarded so much. I was still aware that uncle Barnie was taking photographs. I wanted to thrust my groin further in his direction. I wanted to be the best photographed girl ever. No not girl, remember what the doctor said, Lady. I am now a lady and I am only 11. Despite the shooting pain I was very happy. Soon enough, my legs were being taken down from the stirrups. I was finished, I was sealed. I was circumcised and sealed. I was so happy.

Uncle Barnie took me from the gyn chair, just as he had with Kerry and put me on the other bed besides her. She reached out and took my hand. She smiled at me and blew me a kiss.

“Well done Jasmine, I am so proud of you”

“Thank you” I said.

“Ok ladies, how do you feel” asked uncle Barnie

“Great” I said

“How soon can we go home” asked Kerry

“You need to settle down a little longer” said uncle Barnie

“Kerry has had an hour longer to recover then you have, but your recovery Jasmine will be quicker as you were smaller. It is best to do the larger girl first” said Doctor Bahrudi.

She handed uncle Barnie the bits that had been removed, 2 dishes one marked K, and the other marked J.

“Don’t worry, when I put you in the car, you can lay down, its dark outside and we are on the other side of the car park so no one will see us when I carry you both over” said uncle Barnie.

That pleased me, I just wanted to be in his arms forever more.

When the time came to go, Doctor Bahrudi gave uncle Barnie her own personnel phone number, she told him to call him if things did not look right. He smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He also gave her a big box of chocolates, even though she was paid; she was given a present for a job well done. Uncle Barnie was always considerate.

“Doctor” Kerry asked.

“Yes Kerry”

“If I have any daughters I will be back to you”

“I will be very disappointed if you don’t”

She then turned to me and asked if I would be bringing her daughters when the time comes.

“I won’t want to have children. I want to circumcise all the African children, could you teach me how to do it” I asked.

She smiled and said she would see about it in a couple of years, getting work experience at the clinic. Good, I want to be a Doctor too.

Uncle Barnie took Kerry outside into the car, which left me alone with the Doctor.

“I really want to be able to cut African children in hospital, so that they don’t scream anymore.”

“What about children who live here, don’t they need someone to cut them too”

That was then I remembered Tracey.

“So could you please teach me to do it?”

“Yes I will” the Doctor said.

This day was getting better and better. Uncle Barnie came in and picked me up. I was now safely in his arms and it felt really well. He put me into the car next to Kerry. He shut the doors and went back inside to see the Doctor before we left the clinic. He came back out with the video camera. I closed my eyes and felt the bumps as uncle Barnie drove slowly home.

When we got home, uncle Barnie pulled under the canopy lean to. He opened the kitchen door and carried Kerry upstairs, and then he came back for me. He took me all the way upstairs into his room. Kerry was already on his bed. He lay me next to her.

“Ok Jasmine, try to keep your legs still together, just lie on your back and everything will be ok.”

I looked over to Kerry, she was like me, laid on her back, the colostomy bag was on a chair besides her, uncle Barnie had put my bag on a chair next to me. He pulled over the sheet.

“I am going to sleep in the chair over there; it’s just us now, so let’s hope everything is fine. I have Doctor Bahrudi’s number but I think it will be ok.”

“Ok uncle Barnie”

He kissed me on the forehead and I felt really happy now, I struggled to sleep, it was like my dead pussy was aching, aching it final throes. I remember wishing it well and closed my eyes.

The next morning, I awoke, I was still tender down there, and I dreamed it was both sides fighting against each other, but uncle Barnie told me it was the white blood cells helping the healing of the seal. Kerry was awake.

“Ok ladies, time for a bed bath.”

Uncle Barnie pulled the sheets back. I was so pleased to see that my naked body would soon be caressed by him. He took a bowl of warm water and started to wash down Kerry, but he allowed her to wash her own breasts. He gently moved her legs aside and gently washed near the groin, there appeared to be no seepage of blood. He took a small towel and gently dabbed her dry, and then pushed her legs back together. He then came over to me. He handed me the sponge but I refused it. Uncle Barnie then wiped down my chest. At last, I know I have not started to grow breasts but this was what I yearned for.

He continued to sponge down my stomach and like Kerry moved my legs gently apart. He washed then dabbed dry my groin, again no seepage of blood. My legs were put back together. He continued to dry me.

We stayed in his bed the whole day and on Sunday too, another bed bath, once again he gave Kerry to sponge and she did her own breasts and stomach, she also moved down towards her groin and dabbed herself. She was feeling so much better. I let uncle Barnie wash me completely again. His touch was so good. I was looking forward to endless caressing.

After the bed bath, uncle Barnie set up the video camera and we watched the entire operations that Kerry and I went through. It was the best TV program I had ever seen.

On the last day both Kerry and I were up, we didn’t get dressed but walked gently around. The throbbing has stopped, but Doctor Bahrudi told us not to take out the tube from our peeholes, but we could take off the colostomy bag. When we went to the toilet, we stood and peed through the tube straight down like a man does. This made us both laugh. We didn’t put it back on as we didn’t want the bags to be seen by our parents who were due home later.

Uncle Barnie went and collected our parents. We were pleased to see them but we were more pleased that we had our seals done. Hopefully we wouldn’t let the cat out of the bag. Time went quickly and we went to bed. Our parents hadn’t noticed that we hadn’t had a bath, one night wouldn’t go amiss. Especially, as we didn’t want to wet the plasters. Uncle Barnie came and tucked us both in, a gentle kiss on the forehead and he was gone. As soon as I was fully healed then I could have him forever.

School was difficult; we had both got given sick notes which allowed her to skip sports for 2 weeks. This was good as we didn’t want to upset the healing of the seal. I came home from school, uncle Barnie’s car wasn’t there, but I guess he was back at work. I kicked off my shoes, and went into the lounge. As I was still healing I had not taken off my uniform like I usually had done, anyway uncle Barnie wasn’t in so it would have been pointless anyway. On the coffee table were 2 envelopes, one named to Kerry and one name to me. I picked up the envelope marked Jasmine. I opened it. I started to cry. My world has just collapsed.

It was from uncle Barnie, he was telling us that he needed to move on. He had completed what he had set out to do and now he needed to find another lady to infibulate. It had been a pleasure to be close to me but now I was sealed I was no longer needed by you.

I was upset, how could this happen, I had uncle Barnie all to myself for the last 6 weeks and now I had lost it all. I sat down and kept on reading the letter. I picked up Kerry’s letter, did it say the same thing. I waited until Kerry came home from school. She saw my tears.

“Jasmine, what’s up? Are you in pain?”

“No it’s Barnie, he’s gone” The first time I had not used the uncle word.

I gave Kerry her letter; she opened it and read it. She took me in her arms and embraced me. She too started to cry. We left the lounge and went upstairs, to uncle Barnie’s room. Everything that was his had gone, the computer, video camera and the other camera, the clothes in the draw were gone, nothing here.

On the side where the computer was, was a USB memory card, the one where our operation was recorded on, and the photographs he had taken of our nakedness on the gyn chair.

“What does your letter say” I asked

“We can take off our plasters at the weekend, the memory card, his love for us”

“Why couldn’t he have waited until the plasters come off, he could have done it for us”?

“I know Jasmine, I know”

I left Kerry in the room and went downstairs to my room. I went in and got myself undressed, slipped into my pyjamas and went straight to bed, sobbing my heart out.

As the weekend came, mum had gone out shopping and dad had gone to a football match. Kerry and I were left alone in the house. An empty house now that uncle Barnie was not there, he filled it with his presence and laughter, our laughter. Kerry came and told me it was time. I got up from my desk and followed her into the bathroom. She had already got a soapy bath ready. I undressed and sat down on the chair. Legs spread eagle waiting for Kerry to take over.

“First off all, uncle Barnie says I should gently pull out the tube, then gently ease off the plasters”.

She started to pull out the tube, I felt it come out of my peehole, and it gave me a funny sensation. Then it was pulled out from behind the plaster. Kerry then started to peel back the plaster. It would hurt she said as it always did when you took off sticky bandaid.

But she gently eased it off, the butterfly stitches came off with the main plaster, but after each pull, it became clear that the operation worked. I couldn’t see the seal, as Kerry was moving in an upward direction. Finally it was off. I stood up and looked in the mirror, yes my seal was fine, just like they said it would, and it was beautiful, despite the jungle of pubic hair, and a lot more then 6 strands. But I knew it would be shaved off soon.

“Your turn now” I said to Kerry.

“It’s ok, I have already done mine.”

“When”

Just about a little while ago, I wanted to make sure it was properly sealed before I took yours off.”

She showed me hers; yes it was a fine seal, a job well done by Doctor Bahrudi. I would like to see her again and show it off. Kerry undressed and we both got into the bath.

“No stinging sensation” said Kerry

“What do you mean” I asked

“Uncle Barnie said that if we had a stinging sensation from inside then the seal hadn’t healed on the inside.”

“I don’t so I guess we are fully healed”

“Yes Jasmine, we have succeeded, we are both fully circumcised and infibulated”

“But it doesn’t feel right Kerry, not without uncle Barnie here to share our triumph”

“I know I miss him too, but maybe it is for the best”

“For the best, who for, not me Kerry, I loved him”

“Jasmine, it’s ok, I think he knew that, he knew we both loved him”

“It’s so not fair”

I started to put shaving foam into my hand and smothered it all over Kerry pubic hair. I started to shave her. It was funny to shave that area now. After I had finished her and rinsed her off. She took the shaving cream can and foamed my pubic hair, and started to shave.

“Now we need to go to a beautician, and get our pubic hair laser removed, just like those 2 girls in Switzerland”

“Yes it would be good to have a natural hairless skin” I said

“Jasmine remember before you watched that documentary, well uncle Barnie and I were doing the caressing and the massaging thing too. The only difference was, well I got breasts and I so much wanted him to touch me too, but he wouldn’t, just the shoulder and back caress. But it was shown to me that you can have better sex from caressing then from penetration. Penetration is such a vulgar thing. I am glad that we are virgins and sealed.”

We finished our bath and got dried off. Kerry moisturised me before doing herself. I think it would be good if we could get lasered before we go on our summer holiday. But mum would be home soon enough and we needed to get dressed. Funny thing is, mum and dad have never spoken about uncle Barnie since he left.

Kerry did find a beautician who would laser remove our pubic hair, however, she wasn’t to keen on doing me. I had turned 12 by now and Kerry was 16. Technically I was too young to be treated. How can they say that after what I have had done. Anyway Kerry managed to talk the beautician around, but she forewarned her about our infibulations. And preferred to not mention it to anyone else. Anyway she accepted, I think it was because she wanted to see what we were like sealed. The program was for a couple of sessions under the laser. We would both go together after school. You could see the beautician was excited as she stroked our seals, whilst guiding the laser, yes, I know when I am being groped, but I let it rest, as I seriously wanted to be hair free. The treatment worked and as a result we will never have pubic hair ever again. Which was just as well as our summer holiday to the Cape A’Daga was only next week. This is where mum and dad will discover our secret.

The week passed quietly, but everyone was excited about the holiday. It was going to be a completely nudist resort, practically everyone who lived in the area would be naked, the only exception were the hotels, restaurants, shops and the emergency services. But by and large it was nude city. We had arranged a chalet in the grounds of the hotel; basically it was self-catering under the care of the hotel.

Kerry had decided, wisely I believed not to expose our infibulations until we were on the beach. Give them time to accept it without causing trouble. On the first day, we settled in and indeed kept our secret, the next day we were going to the beach. Kerry and I showered, ensuring we were still wrapped in towels, not yet. We did not put on underwear or bikinis, just shorts and t-shirts.

Mum was dressed the same and dad in shorts. Mum carried the coldbox which had the picnic in it.

We got to the beach, and hired a small windbreak, chiefly to keep our belongings safe. There were plenty of people there, especially our age. Kerry and I quickly whipped off our clothes and rushed off to the sea. They had not seen us yet. Good, at least we could enjoy some sun, sea and sand before anything happened. Mum and dad just started to sunbathe; I wondered how long we could keep this up.

I was conscious that people were looking at us, quite seriously, I had expected Kerry to be looked at as she had nice breasts, but as I am still waiting for mine to start growing, I hadn’t expected the onlookers who stood around, despite everyone else being naked as well, and it seemed that everyone was with Kerry and me. But I knew what they were looking at and felt immensely proud of myself, well of us really. I wished that uncle Barnie was here though. I would have spent all the time with him, leaving Kerry to her own devices, but here I was, happy and sad at the same time.

Mum called us over for lunch, this was it, this was the moment of truth. We both ran over and dropped onto the towel. Kerry was the first one our parents noticed. The look on their faces. I then stood up and reached over pass my dad, it was all too obvious what I was doing. To be fair, aware of their surroundings, they said nothing. Dad however, his actions spoke, I don’t think he was too happy, he started to punch the sand, not violently, but he was not happy. Mum just looked at us, and then looked at herself. At her hairy bush, and the bits that were hanging from her groin. I could tell she was interested. I wonder if Kerry had noticed as well. We ate lunch, quietly, and then got up to go back to the sea. But then mum got up aswell and came with us. She took my left hand and Kerry’s right hand and we all ran into the sea. Dad just started to read a book.

Mum asked Kerry what had happened, for Kerry it was a long story, so she took mum for a walk near the rocks. I knew to stay away. I knew that mum would blame Kerry for my seal. I hoped that they would still be friends.

It was like ages, but they came back and mum picked me up and gave me a hug. This was good, but I was confused. Mum kissed me and said she loved me, I responded likewise. Everyone was happy, well except for dad. He was different, he was not a female. If only uncle Barnie was here, he understood how we felt. Mum spent the rest of the day frolicking with us in the sea. I felt we had got her back, but I was wondering what the future would hold for her.

It was getting late in the afternoon, we all strolled back to dad. Although the coldbox had been packed away, he was still sunbathing. I wonder if he would have spent all day doing that if we hadn’t been infibulated. Something’s we will never know.

Later in the chalet, mum and dad got ready for the nightclub, it was decided that as we had such an energetic day it would be an early night. Kerry was a bit upset at this but I was pleased as it meant I could ask her what she said to mum. I waited until Kerry was in bed.

“What did you say Kerry?”

“Well, Jasmine, I took mum away because I did not want a scene in front of everyone. I explained that we were exposed to many dangers in the streets; there are feral gangs who just cause trouble for their own kicks. They have no feeling for other people’s property, respect for anyone else. They kill people just for the status of being a killer. They are all lager swilling, burger scoffing Neanderthals. They are all doped up on drugs. Both our parents work hard so that they can pay tax to pay the non-working class. They are richer then us. The world is going backwards. I told her that we were not safe and do not want to be in a position where we get hurt”

“A bit of a dodgy excuse Kerry”

“Yeah well remember that girl who was gang-raped then set on fire so that they couldn’t get DNA to identify them.”

“Yes I remember” I said

“Well that’s what I told mum. I told her that everyone should be like us, including you”

“You said that”

“Yes, sure, she needs to be infibulated; she isn’t going to have any more children, so no need to be open”

“What about dad?” I asked

“What about dad?” Kerry responded

“Well, doesn’t he have a say, they are married you know”

“Well, I suppose I could settle on a circumcision.”

“You make it sound like you are on a campaign to get everyone sealed”

“And” came the reply

I stayed quiet, conversation over. I turned over wished Kerry goodnight and just shut my eyes. I feel I got infibulated for the right reasons but Kerry feels that it is for everybody to be infibulated. I wouldn’t want Kerry to be the Prime Minister.

The next day, I got up, dad said good morning, and other normal pleasantries, but nothing about the infibulation. Mum came out of the shower and much to my surprise, and dad’s too; she had shaved off all her pubic hair. It must have taken a lot of shaving cream, because mum was really hairy, but here she was, smooth. Of course the ugly bits were still there. Well Rome wasn’t built in a day.

The rest of the holiday went the same as the first day, mum spent all the time with us, and dad just spent the days lying on the lounger, reading or sunbathing. I have no regrets about my seal, but wished that I had kept it secret until I was a little older. Mum had noticed all the stares we were getting, I think she could see what Kerry meant, but amazingly enough the other girls who were not circumcised were still enjoying themselves. Had we exposed ourselves to the people Kerry wanted to keep away from us?

The holiday over, we arrived home in good spirits, even dad had got used to seeing us sealed but did not mention it. In a way we were relieved. School was next week, I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to see my friend Tracey.

When I arrived at school, I saw Tracey and warmly embraced her; it was a long summer when you don’t see friends.

“Hello Tracey, how was the summer”

“Boring, we didn’t do anything, just stayed here; I really wanted to go on holiday too”

“Well, next year you can come with us. It will be fun”

“Can I, your mum and dad won’t mind.”

“Well, they shouldn’t, but I do have a secret to tell you”

“What that’s then”

“Remember, when you shaved your few pubic hairs because I did it”

“I still do it” said Tracey

“Yeah, good, I was hoping you would have done”

“I spent the whole summer smooth; I really wanted you to see that I was doing it”

“Quick come into the toilets” I said

“What for”

“Got something to show you”

“In the toilets”

“Yes, now come on quick”

“Ok then”

We went into the toilets and fortunately there was no one else in there, we went down to the end cubicle. I pushed Tracey in and shut the door behind me.

“I don’t shave anymore, I had laser treatment and had it all removed”

“Wish I could afford that, it would be cheaper then buying lady razors, they are more expensive then the men’s razors.”

“Ok, if you are going to come on holiday with us then you will need one of these too”

“One of what” Tracey asked

I un-pinned my skirt and put it on the toilet cistern. I took off my panty and showed Tracey my seal.

“What Happened?”

“It is called circumcision and infibulation. This scar is where my lips were, until a few months ago.”

“I have never seen anything like it before. Can I touch it?”

“Not yet. Take your skirt and panty off” I told Tracey

Tracey un-pinned her uniform skirt and put it on top of the cistern, she also took off her panty. I pushed her down onto the toilet seat. I took her left leg and put on top of the toilet roll holder. I put her right leg on the wall of the toilet.

I took hold of her inner labia.

“This gets cut off here and here”

I then took hold of the hood and pulled it taut.

“This is cut around the edge”

I pulled back the hood completely.

“And this little bitch gets cut off from deep inside”

I let go of her inner bits, and pushed together her outer lips, labia majora.

“These are stitched together with a small peehole at the bottom.”

Keeping the lips together, I poked my little finger into her.

“Can I touch yours now please” she asked

I stood up, and whilst Tracey was still sat down, I thrusted my groin directly into her face. She stroked the seal and at the bottom, she pushed her little finger into my peehole.

“How do you pee” she asked.

“No change really, just instead of it coming out at the middle, it comes out at the bottom”

“But why”

“Don’t want to be raped, or get pregnant until I am ready.”

I looked at her; she was still stoking me with one hand and poking me with the other. No one had done that before, not even uncle Barnie.

“So Tracey, as my sister Kerry and I are like this, and then you will need to be like this aswell.”

The school bell rang; we hurriedly dressed and left the cubicle. The education has started. We didn’t talk about the infibulation after that. We left school and she went her way and I went my way. When I got home, I started my homework. I had long stopped the tanning in front of the gas fire. Kerry came home school; she hugged me without my reason at all.

“Kerry, what’s up?”

“Its mum, she went to see Doctor Bahrudi”

“Wow, really, how did you know?”

“She, asked me for her number. Said she was thinking about it”

“Well I hope she does, it would be good”

“Well, let’s keep quiet about it; make it look like a surprise”

“Well, Tracey might be getting hers done too.”

“How did you manage that?”

“She asked if she could come on holiday with us next year. I showed her mine and I got her to know what had to come off and how the seal worked. I told her she can only come if she gets infibulated”

“She happy with that”

“Well I guess so, after she took her finger out”

“HAHA”

“I reckon that I should hear tomorrow. We have swimming so she will be getting another look and touch”

“So you are getting over uncle Barnie”

“Never, but he will be the first man to touch my seal. I owe him that at least. It was he who started me off”

“Doctor Bahrudi is going to be busy very soon”

At school next day, Tracey didn’t mention what she had seen. At least she hadn’t mentioned it to anyone else either. The last class of the day was the swimming. Once again, we shared a cubicle, and I quickly undressed. Facing Tracey, she undressed, we stood facing each other naked.

“Can I touch you again” she asked.

“Sure”

I sat on the bench, and put both legs on the sides of the cubicle. I wanted to maximise the image. She stroked my seal again, but as she tried to put a finger into my peehole, I pushed her away.

“The whole point is that nothing gets in” I told.

“In that case I want my peehole to be smaller than yours” she said.

I got up and embraced her. I had never embraced another naked girl before, other than Kerry and mum of course. I still missed uncle Barnie’s hugs though. We put on our costumes and ran out into the swimming pool.

When I got home, I was so excited I couldn’t wait for Kerry to come too. I had so much news to tell her, but she beat me to it.

“Doctor Bahrudi wants to see us, a simple check up” Kerry said.

“Good, then I may take Tracey, she wants it done too, and she wants a smaller peehole then what I have so that no one can put a finger up her”

“Good and I think mum is going to get done soon too”

“We need to be complete, but what about dad, can’t we do something to him”

“Probably not, it’s a man thing”

“Men and their tackles”

I said that then remembered touching uncle Barnie’s.

No, not all men were the same.

Anyway, mum has given dad tickets to the International football match in France; He would be away for the whole weekend. So an appointment was made for Friday, out of surgery hours, this was so that we had plenty of time. I didn’t take Tracey with us; I had asked mum if Tracey could have a sleepover. She said yes. Great all set for next weekend. All I had to do was see Doctor Bahrudi about her.

We all went to see Doctor Bahrudi, including mum. The Doctor was pleased to see us all; I think that the Doctor loved cutting females more than we wanted it. So that was good anyway. We all got undressed. Mum I noticed for the first time since our holiday was still shaved.

Kerry was first on the gyn chair, after a few minutes she was passed off and got dressed. The Doctor was pleased with her work.

Then it was my turn. I climbed onto the chair, scooped my legs into the stirrups.

“Jasmine, you still not started to grow breasts yet”

“Does it matter, I don’t want children as I want to circumcise children myself so I don’t want children”

“I see, well how about we cut them out”

“Cut them out” I asked her.

Doctor Bahrudi caressed my breast.

“Feel, that little lump”

“Yes Doctor”

“Well, what I want to do is it cut around the nipple, about two thirds of the way, then just cut out the bud”

“So I will never grow breasts”

“That’s right”

“Ok, then”

“Ok, just wait until I get the anaesthesia”

She came back a few minutes later and injected around my nipple without touching the nipple, around the top and bottom. Whilst waiting for the injection to work, she asked mum to climb onto the other gyn chair. She climbed in, and after watching me, put her legs into the stirrups. The Doctor, studied mum,

“I think we should do a circumcision, however, I will expect to infibulate you on your 50th birthday, or earlier if your husband dies or you get divorced”.

Mum muttered something, but then the Doctor slapped her thighs, and repeated herself.

“I think we should do a circumcision, however, I WILL expect to infibulate you on your 50th birthday, or earlier if your husband dies or you get divorced”.

“Yes Doctor” mum responded. I never knew it would be so easy.

Doctor Bahrudi, turned to me, she felt my nipples, for the first time, they had grown but I knew they were just numbed. She took a scalpel and neatly cut around the nipple, pulled the nipple back, clipped the bud, then put the nipple back and secured it with a few stitches. She then repeated the process on my other breast. Job done. However, she started to prepare more stitching.

“Now then Jasmine, as you don’t want children, I think your peehole should be a little smaller”

“Ok Doctor”

Anything so that Tracey would not poke me again. I flinched as she made little cuts in my peehole, and then pushed a needle through each side. She didn’t use anaesthetic, it hurt but I remembered the African girls, so didn’t cry out. I knew it was only 1 or 2 stitches anyway, so it was quickly done.

The Doctor turned to mum, and after feeling her, inserted the catheter into her peehole. She then started with the scalpel. Both Kerry and I were watching, the inner lips come off, the hood was quickly cut away, then the work on the massive clitoris. Anaesthetic made it bigger, but the Doctor made light work of it. The stitches applied. Mum was now circumcised. But as she was only 35, she would be infibulated in 15 years time, or earlier. I was only 12, which would make me 27 then, I wonder if I will get to do it. That would be good.

As we left the clinic, I mentioned that my friend wanted to be like me, it was agreed that she should come next Friday after school, as she was staying with me. I told her I wanted to do some cutting too. Doctor Bahrudi smiled and said it would be a pleasure to teach me.

Dad came home from the football, but mum couldn’t do anything as she needed to leave it for 6 weeks before having sex again. Dad didn’t say anything about her circumcision. However, Friday couldn’t come fast enough. Tracey came to school with her overnight bag, just a few clothes. I hadn’t told her what I had planned for her. On the Thursday I told her to make sure she shaves before coming to school on Friday. She said she would.

We walked to the clinic, pretending that it was a different route home. When we reached there I took Tracey to one side.

“Tracey, do you still want to be like me, you know infibulated”

“Yes, I thought that you might have changed your mind, as we haven’t mentioned it since.”

“Here is the clinic. Walk through that door then you leave infibulated”

“Ok”

Tracey walked through the door before I had. I followed her and into the main reception where Doctor Bahrudi was waiting.

“Hello Jasmine and this must be Tracey”

“Hello Doctor, we are ready”

“Good, this way please Tracey”

We followed Doctor Bahrudi into the operation room. I took Tracey to one side, and started to undress her. Very soon she was naked and I took her to the gyn chair. Tracey sat down; I put her feet into the stirrups and fastened the waist strap. She was secured. Doctor Bahrudi then examined Tracey including her breast. She proceeded to inject Tracey.

“Which reminds me Jasmine, could you take off your top please”

I took off my jumper, blouse and vest.

The doctor touched my tender nipple, and after picking up a tool, cut out the stitches. She seemed quite pleased.

“Ok Jasmine, I want you to put on this gown and mask”

She handed them to me and I put them on, I knew where this was going. The Doctor waited a few more minutes and touched Tracey again. Good she was ready.

“Jasmine, come here please”

I sat on a small tool in front of her, staring straight into Tracey’s soon to be dead pussy.

“Ok, firstly, insert the catheter into her peehole. Good yes, push it in. Then I want you to hold this clamp here in your left hand, pull the inner labia tight, yes, that’s good. Ok, now gently but swiftly slice down the side with the scalpel.”

I did it, it felt good, and this was what I always wanted ever since I saw the documentary. The slice was good, and I felt good.

“Ok, now put the scalpel down and take the clamp with your right hand. Pick up the scalpel and proceed down the other side. Good, well done, Jasmine”

I put the flesh into the kidney dish, and put the tools down. The Doctor heat sealed the wounds.

The next step was the hood. I took the clamp with the left hand and pulled it taut. Taking the scalpel with the right, cut down the side, again I swopped sides and removed the hood completely.

Doctor Bahrudi again sealed the wound.

“Well done Jasmine, now I have to take over now, as this is more complicated, but stay there and watch.”

I remained rooted to the spot, unlike Tracey’s clitoris. I watched as the Doctor, pushed the scalpel deep into the side or the organ. I was ecstatic when the organ finally came free, and the doctor applied the sutures. She then pushed the tube from her peehole down and started to cut down the side of the labia majora, I have seen this before, but not from this distance, so close, so near. The Doctor continued with another cut, this was to give the other lip a chance to seal together.

The lips were pushed together and the butterfly stitches applied and the main plaster added. I had noticed that her new peehole opening was smaller then mine, it was 5mm, and nothing could get in there. I smiled, it was a good job. She then turned her attention to Tracey’s breast. The numbness had taken effect, and very swiftly, the edge of the nipple was cut. The doctor reached and cut out the bud, then she sealed the nipple, once stitched the process was applied to the other nipple. The job was completed and I was proud to have assisted.

Doctor Bahrudi took Tracey from the gyn chair onto the recovery bed, kept her legs straight. I sat with her whilst the Doctor tidied up. I was so pleased for Tracey and I know she will be a faithful friend.

I thanked Doctor Bahrudi and indeed hugged her. I phoned mum, asked her to come and collect us from the clinic. I would have preferred to have phoned uncle Barnie, actually that’s not true, uncle Barnie would have been here with me.

Uncle Barnie has set me on the road to righteousness. God, I hope you do a better job next time.

Mum collected us and we took Tracey into my bedroom where she was bedded for the weekend. She recovered well, and we have decided that our purpose in life is to circumcise and infibulate.

© Alan J Waites 2nd January 2010, as told by Jasmine Fields