The Witching Hour (13)
Before I continue with the story of my love for Changhee, I should take a moment to explain a bit about my family situation.
My parents are wealthy. They own three buildings, and managing those rental properties is their main business now. The five-story building where my office is located was registered in my name the moment they bought it. In other words, I became a building owner not long after I came of age.
They had always seen the fact that I was born intersex as their own mistake. Even after the surgery that made me female, they were still willing to buy me a husband with money, even though I could never have children. But once I learned the truth about my body and completely gave up on the idea of marriage, they decided early on to give me that building as a sort of gift.
Thanks to that, I receive steady rent from a prime location every month, so I never had to throw myself too deeply into my business. And since the business itself was doing quite well, a considerable amount of money piled up in my bank account every month one way or another.
I had proposed to Changhee that I would change the building’s registration to joint ownership with him on the condition that he have his testicles removed. I told him I would give him a quarter of the rental income as living expenses, and that I wouldn’t interfere whether he sent some of that money to his parents and siblings or spent it on cosmetics and clothes. The fact that he could use the rest however he wanted seemed like a very attractive offer.
But the second condition—removing his testicles—appeared to be a far more difficult issue for him than I had expected. No matter how much he enjoyed living as a woman, I had to admit that cutting off a part of his own body was not an easy decision to make.
On the night I proposed, after we had passionate sex, I told him about the building. Moved by my extraordinary offer, he accepted the first condition. However, he asked for time to think about the second one. Three days later, as he lay in my arms, he spoke.
"It’s true that it doesn’t cause any inconvenience, but sometimes I find it unpleasant to look at. It looks strange dangling there beneath your cock. And more than anything… I’m thinking of stopping the hormones, which is why I want it removed. Without testicles, your male hormones will stop, so there won’t be any need to keep taking female hormones."
He was lying naked in my arms, but he sat up in surprise.
"Yes. You’ve had no side effects so far, so you might want to keep taking them, but if you don’t have testicles, there’s no need. Your skin is smoother than mine, and your hips have developed enough that you need to buy new pants. There’s no point in messing around with hormones anymore."
I wasn’t sure whether he understood or whether he felt some regret, but his expression was ambiguous. It seemed to contain a desire to do as I wished. If Changhee truly wanted it, I thought we could discuss it further with the female doctor and make a decision.
"And there’s one more thing… This is probably the most important reason."
I paused for a moment and studied his face. His eyes were begging me to continue.
"I don’t want you to ever go back to being a man. I can believe your vow that you will never have sex with another man, but I can’t believe any vow that you won’t turn your eyes to another woman. Men have that primal beastly instinct buried inside them."
He blinked. His lips moved as if he wanted to protest, but he said nothing. Instead, he laid his head back on my chest.
"I think that without them, no matter how much a woman flirts with you, you won’t fall for it. You might say it’s nonsense, but that’s what I believe. Please think of this ridiculous proposal as coming from my desire for you to remain my woman until the day you die."
Before I knew it, Changhee was licking my nipple with his tongue. I accepted that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore, closed my eyes, and simply enjoyed his caresses.
And then came Friday night, when Changhee became Changnyeo. Heavily made up, wearing only a bra, garter belt, and stockings, he knelt at my feet and licked my toes. The artificial phallus lodged in his anus hummed softly as its motor turned. Every time the stimulation hit, his body would twitch and he would let out a low moan. His long false eyelashes quivered over his half-closed, ecstatic eyes. It was incredibly sexy.
I stretched out my other leg and gently pressed against his crotch. His pale cock, which had been hanging limp, gave a slight spasm before drooping again. When he gave me oral sex, it would probably rise again. Or maybe it didn’t matter if it didn’t. These days, his tongue excited me far more than his cock ever could.
He pulled my toe out of his mouth and swallowed his saliva.
"Really? Still, shouldn’t you go to the company at least once and say goodbye to your staff?"
"That’s good. Now you can truly prepare to become my woman."
He hesitated for a moment. I had been about to take out a cigarette but stopped. I stared at him, then this time used my toes to toy with his chest. I could feel his rather well-developed, perky breasts against the tips of my toes. It had already been half a year since he started the hormones. That spot was clearly one of his erogenous zones. As soon as he felt the stimulation, his body writhed and he let out a sharp gasp.
"What is this? Have you changed your mind again? I told you I want your balls. Not the one attached to you—the pretty ones I can display in the cabinet! You said yesterday that you would get rid of them!"
At my sharp tone, he flinched. It looked like tears were welling up in his eyes. But he didn’t cry. Seeing his troubled expression gave me a thrill. Cornering him like this was secretly quite fun. But right now, it wasn’t about fun. I was irritated by how his decision kept flipping several times a day.
"Stop just talking about how you’ll live as my little sister and my maid until you die! This is the one piece of proof I want that you won’t betray me and will stay by my side forever!"
Tears streamed down his face.
"Stop whining!"
When I raised my voice, he quickly wiped his tears. Then, sniffling, he began licking the foot I had offered him again.
Jeongsook, who already knew that I was thinking of marrying Changhee and that I planned to have his testicles removed, burst into laughter.
"What are you talking about? You’re acting like there’s some simple solution."
"What is it? Stop dragging it out and just tell me."
"What? Hypnotherapy? You don’t mean… Is there any evidence that it actually works?"
"What? Your case? You’ve had hypnotherapy before? When?"
Now that I understood what she meant, I stared at Jeongsook, who was laughing so hard she looked like she might fall over backward. The office door was closed, but her laughter made all the employees turn to look at us at once. I gave them an awkward smile and waved my hand. Once they returned to their work, I looked back at Jeongsook.
Jeongsook stopped laughing, put on a serious face, and began to speak.
I already knew that she had been feeding her husband, Kim Hancheol, female hormones, and I heard regularly that the process was going well. She was also having him receive periodic counseling from the female doctor Mari Yeojeong, who was still in a romantic relationship with her—just as she had done with Changhee—so that part wasn’t particularly surprising. I had also heard that she was carefully adjusting the medication to avoid causing rapid physical changes. But the tenacity with which she was using even hypnotherapy to maximize her own pleasure was enough to make my stomach turn.
Jeongsook was so delighted remembering the scene that she couldn’t continue speaking properly. I smoked my cigarette and waited for her to go on. For some reason, my heart was pounding violently.
Listening to her story made my stomach churn a little, but as I thought about how amazing hypnotherapy seemed to be, the discomfort quickly settled.
"I used to think there was no greater male supremacist than him, yet he changed that much. If it’s someone like Changhee, wouldn’t it be even easier to handle?"
She had a point. I began to think that with Changhee, it might end much more simply. He wasn’t stubbornly refusing; he simply couldn’t make up his mind. So perhaps all we needed to do was help him reach a decision.
"Come on, why are you being so stingy about give and take? Just wait a little longer. I’ll throw a wonderful party."
Looking at Jeongsook’s expression, I decided not to press any further. The way she was staring at the ceiling with a silly grin, as if she were dreaming, made me wonder if she had truly gone mad.