Justin woke up in his parents' basement as usual, yawned and stretched. He felt great, better than he had in a long time! Until he remembered that he was working the night shift again at the gas station. Damn it, why had he left that cashier job at Pseudo Burger where he could at least work sensible hours? Oh, right, because that job only paid minimum wage, and the cook threatened to rat on Justin if he ever saw him pocketing change from the register anymore. At least at the gas station, Justin stood a chance of moving out of the basement one day and might even be able to take Melissa on a date somewhere other than Pseudo Burger.
On his way to the basement bathroom, Justin tried to figure out why, despite feeling quite good actually, something seemed off somehow. What was different? He just couldn't figure it out. That was until he went in the bathroom, turned on the light, and pulled down his pajamas to pee. What in the world happened to him last night?!
Justin could see that he had no balls, and no pubic hair! He barely even had a scrotum. His penis was basically just a little nub on his groin, not much more than an inch long, maybe not even that. Touching his tiny glans, it just felt like a little nub of skin. It looked like he had never even been through puberty at all! Pulling up his shirt, sure enough he had no chest hair. He rubbed his hand over his jaw, not having shaved yet this morning, and felt no stubble. He tried to say something, and his voice was high and maybe a bit tinny, almost like a young boy. Moving over to the mirror, he decided he didn't really look like the 20-year-old man he'd gone to bed as, but still he didn't look quite like a woman, either.
* How can this be? * thought Justin.
Discovering that he could still make use of his unimpressive penis to pee with it, he finished his business and scurried up the stairs, trembling. Fortunately, his dad was up there, his little sister was at school, and his mom was out of the house, probably at work. Justin didn't really want to talk about something of this nature with any family member, but he had to tell someone right now, and at least it could be the only other male in the immediate family. Dad looked a little strange this morning himself, but Justin was too nervous about his own predicament to notice.
"Good morning, Justin. You okay, buddy? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"Uh, Dad, did you notice anything, ... unusual ... happening in my room last night?"
"Nope. Can't say I even went down there. You didn't actually see a ghost, did you?"
"No, no, nothing like that. I'm just trying to figure out if maybe I should call a doctor ... trying to figure out--" Justin paused awkwardly. He might as well just go ahead and spit it out. "--what happened to my balls."
"Your balls? Aren't they in your tennis bag in the closet? I put them back there when we got back from the park last Tuesday."
"No, Dad, not my tennis balls! I'm talking about... I can't see... I mean, this morning, I couldn't find ... (gulp) ... my testicles."
"Testicles? You mean those things breeding males make sperm with? What would you be doing with those?"
Justin gaped. His dad noticed and continued.
"Uh ... Justin? You're kind of freakin' your old man out. Don't you remember us getting you fixed just before you started kindergarten? We talked about how almost everyone gets their little unnecessary bits taken away so they can live longer and focus better? Just like your grandparents did to your mother and me?"
Justin gaped. Justin's dad waved a hand.
"Hello? Earth to Justin!"
"Sorry, dad. I guess I'm just ... really confused for some reason. I thought we got BUSTER neutered when I was that age." Buster was their dog when Justin was four years old.
"Well, yeah. That's how we got you to calm down when you were still so scared of going to the doctor. We reminded you how easy it was for Buster, and how calm he was after, and ... are you sure you're OK Justin?"
"No, Dad, I'm not sure at all, to be honest..."