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Travels With Aunt  Paula  II/6 


"It is a prick, it is a sting,
It is a pretty, pretty thing...."


As Aunt Paula had expected, his belated circumcision had a deep effect on 
Cal. Of course it did. But not for the pain alone, though this lasted
many days. Yet the shock of it went deeper and it would indeed last a
lifetime. On that day Cal truly became a man, at least in Aunt Paula's
unorthodox sense of the phrase. That trace of girlishness a young boy is still 
permitted, that purity he may pretend to while his male organs are 
immature, in a single hour deserted him. The humiliation Cal experienced 
was irreparable, and even as small a boy as he, too young to have 
developed  masculine ways, had to reel beneath its shock. This wasn't the 
humiliation of unmasked pretense, nor even of exploded pride. This was 
something closer to the bone, a physical truth, a wound still awaiting 
the birth of the ego it would lodge in. Yes, Paula had foreseen it all. 

There had been ladies present. Even the doctor, Barbara, was one. No men, 
no boys, only ladies and girls. Children like himself - but also not at 
all like himself, not women, not breasted yet, still narrow-hipped, but 
more like women than like Cal, penis-less beings, smooth and silent and 
concealed where he was all stick-out and dangle. Paula had invited them 
right along with their moms. And their moms had thought it a splendid 
idea, a lesson their daughters would thank them for. They had watched 
with delight as the boy disrobed and, climbing from a chair as the doctor 
instructed, mounted Aunt Paula's dining-table, over which a crisp white 
sheet had been placed. They had seen Cal spread his legs as she commanded 
and watched her swab his penis with cotton soaked in chilly antiseptics 
which made him flinch. Two older girls had even been invited to come up 
to the table and hold Cal's legs apart. It pleased them to wear the 
sterile masks and gloves the doctor handed them. Cal felt a particular 
humiliation in their rubberized touch as they seized hold of his legs and 
stretched them wider. There was fear and shame in the pit of Cal's 
stomach. 

Holding Cal's penis between thumb and forefinger, the doctor described 
the operation she was about to perform. She spoke in a way that made it 
clear to Cal that she was determined to help the younger girls 
understand. "Boys are born, you see, with a little more skin down here 
than they'll ever need." She pulled Cal's prepuce back to reveal his 
glans. The sensation was not pleasant, but he tried to lie still as the 
doctor lightly tapped her finger on his exposed part. Several times she 
stretched and released his foreskin. Girls leaned in to see. They tugged 
at their mother's sleeves. They had urgent questions but seemed to think 
they'd better whisper. Some moms leaned over Cal too. One of them said, 
"You know, I've never actually seen a circumcision." 

"I've been to a couple," another offered, "but, you know, they're only 
eight days old then. There's not much boy to see."

Cal closed his eyes, ashamed. The doctor went on, still mindful of the 
puzzled girls. This day was more about girls than boys. That much was 
clear to Cal. "I am simply going to take a scalpel - that's a special 
sharp knife doctors use - and cut this silly skin right off of Cal's penis."

"That can't be fun for Cal," one of the girls said.

"Not right now, maybe," the doctor said. "It will hurt a little for a 
while, but Cal will be brave." She smiled down at the patient and pressed 
his arm reassuringly. "But almost all boys are circumcized nowadays, you 
know. It's better for them, better for their health, and better for their 
attitude as well."

Nobody appeared to have any trouble understanding this last, obscure 
remark. Even Cal, lying nervous and exposed as women and girls stood all 
around him, awaiting an event which Paula had said it was normal to 
celebrate, though one which the doctor herself admitted was going to be 
painful for the boy - even Cal vaguely intuited why Doctor Barbara had 
mentioned "attitude."  When the doctor exposed Cal's glans to all those 
female eyes, Cal truly understood what Aunt Paula had meant by her funny 
words, "extra naked." That skin the doctor said Cal didn't need: it was a 
little covering on a boy even when he was out of his clothes. Paula was 
always explaining that boys and men are always naked, even with their 
clothes on. So how could things get so backwards? How could a boy have a 
little covering growing right on his naked organ. Of course it had to go.

But that's what made circumcision so humiliating too. It was as though 
ladies were taking away your clothes and then saying, That's not enough, 
little fellow, we need to tug a little more of you out into the open. 
Make you, yes, "extra naked."

Cal felt the utter femininity of the room. Women and girls and, on the 
other hand, his solitary self, naked, on display, a single specimen of 
boy spread out on a sheet, his penis awaiting in fear the doctor's 
special knife. The rest was women and girls: long hair, smooth cheeks, 
reddened lips, jewelry. And dresses. Absolutely everyone skirted. His 
baby-sitter, a young teenager whom he'd only seen till now in well-worn 
jeans: in a kilt today, and under it white tights. His friends, his 
schoolmates - everyone in party clothes. Their beautiful dresses would 
always be a central part of Cal's memory of this day. Even much later, 
as an adolescent, Cal would regard their clothes as a truer 
revelation of women's essence than anything they concealed. 
Cal knew that women had their own kind of organs, tucked inside 
them. But even after puberty he rarely imagined them. For him, 
women were what they seemed on the outside: smooth, imperturbable bodies, 
more like serene goddesses than pliant flesh and blood. What if they did 
have secret parts? No man could control them with a glance. Never would 
they spring and live for him, or humbly swell beneath his careless power. 
Nor did they offer to amuse him with their easy pain: Cal had only to 
think of his testicles, daintily suspended in their tenuous sack, to feel 
anew the vast distance that separates man from woman. 


I'm going to spray you now with some stuff, Cal," Doctor Barbara said. 
"It'll feel cool and make your dicky get numb." Despite the warning, the 
icy liquid startled the boy and made him shake. The anesthetic was watery 
and Doctor Barbara had used lots of it. It soaked Cal's scrotum and 
dripped plentifully onto his belly and thighs. Wherever it fell, a frigid 
cold set in. Cal's penis frosted over. The numbness constricted and 
stiffened his innocent organ. This thing, his circumcision, was truly 
about to happen. Cal's heart pounded and his eyes filled with tears. "Can 
I have someone to hold his shoulders down, please," the doctor said. 
"Cal, sweetie, let your head lie back now." He had trouble giving in, but 
even when he did, his shaking continued. A woman appeared above him, 
gloved and masked, and leaned on his shoulders. He smelled her perfume 
and noticed through his clouded eyes her long earrings and shadowed eyes. 
She pressed him gently at first but bore down more firmly when he failed 
to stop shaking. Aunt Paula was staying somewhere in the background. Held 
down like this, Cal had no hope of seeing her, but he thought he heard 
her voice on the far side of the room. Aunt Paula sounded agitated, 
choked up. Cal thought he heard her say, "My baby...," in mournful 
syllables. Another woman seemed to be comforting her. "For the best," Cal 
heard her murmur, and "Really, Paula, he'll be okay."

Doctor Barbara was gripping Cal's penis between her fingers again. Her 
touch was far away, just on the edge of sensation, but it mingled 
strangely with the cold. "It's time now, Cal," the doctor said. "Be as 
still as you can be. Everybody, assistants, it's time," she announced. 
Even guests who had not been peering at the patient before now moved 
closer to the table. Cal shook and sobbed and began to heave. 

"I'll need another for his middle," the doctor called. "Someone?" A 
teenage girl came forward and quickly donned the sterile gloves and mask. 
The doctor planted the girl's two hands squarely on Cal's stomach. He 
heaved against them but the motion was no longer communicated to his 
pelvis. "Excellent," Doctor Barbara said, held her scalpel high for a 
moment, then quickly circumcized the boy. "It's nothing," she said. She was 
already dressing the wound. 

The guests let out a communal sigh of relief and turned to the 
refreshments. Aunt Paula rushed to the boy and lifted him into her arms. 
"Oh, my darling, my good, brave darling, you have been so strong today." 
Aunt Paula's eyes were wet. "I love you so, my wonderful boy. Oh, look at 
your poor, sweet penis. How I wish that boys weren't born like that. Then 
we wouldn't have to do this awful thing to them. But we have to, Cal. We 
have to. Don't we?"

Cal nodded weakly. "Do you see, everybody? Do you see, ladies? Girls, do 
you see? Cal knows that we had to do this thing to him. My sweet baby 
understands." 

But Cal was crying now. The cold was leaving his penis and the pain that 
replaced it was beginning to radiate. He begged to go to his bed, but 
Aunt Paula explained that he had to stay near her and the doctor for an 
hour at least. Besides, he was the guest of honor. A cot had been 
prepared for him in a corner of the room and Paula carried him to it. He 
lay propped up, softly sobbing. Pain was in flower all through his groin. 
All about him women and girls were laughing. Sometimes, he thought, he 
himself must have been the object of their mirth, he and his ordeal and the 
manifest horrors of being a boy, because girls would look his way
and whisper into one another's ear and laugh. For very much longer
than an hour Cal watched this female gala through his tears. 


 end of part two