As soon as you hear the elevator door close behind your brother you race to your bedroom eager to get out of the magic 'skin suit' that you are currently sharing with your dog Scot.
As you enter the bedroom you feel pain coming from the area of stitches where your balls once were. Perhaps the doctor had been right and you shouldn't have run; but, no matter it would all be over as soon as you got the suit off. At least that's what you hope.
It dawns on you suddenly that you have no idea how you are supposed to get the suit off. In a frenzied panic you look for a zipper or some other obvious release. Seeing none you begin to panic even more.
Just as you are beginning to fear that you may be stuck as a neutered dog for the rest of your life an idea begins to form in the back of your mind. It take a moment for you to realize it but it is Scot trying to communicate to you.
Without using words or any other form of communication that two humans could use to understand one another Scot tells you that all you need to do to remove the suit in concentrate and will the suit to release.
It seems to simple to work but you figure that there is no harm in trying, besides it's not like you have a better idea to try.
You sit down on your haunches and try to relax, concentrating on the suit and willing it to release. For several seconds it seems like nothing is happening and just as you are about to give up you feel it begin to release.
You feel yourself and Scot suddenly as two separate entities once more though both still squeezed within the confines of the suit. Once it has release enough that you can again move your hand you begin pulling at it trying to get it to release faster.
Finally you are able to lift Scot out of the suit and then step free yourself. You look at the suit lying there on your bedroom floor in a wrinkled heap. You notice that there is a hole in the suit near the crotch area and fear what this might mean.
You call Scot over to you and while petting him and stroking his head you bend down to look between his legs. You are surprised and delighted to see that Scot is whole, he still has both of his testicles. It was like the whole trip to the vet never happened.
You jump into the air and let out a shout of joy scaring Scot out of the bedroom. When you land though you feel a painful pulling sensation in your groin.
Your momentary happiness instantly disappears replaced by renewed fear for your manhood. You quickly unzip and pull down your pant tugging your underwear down with the same motion.
You stare, mouth hanging open in unbelieving shock at your groin. You reach a hand down there not trusting what your eyes are telling you. You lift up your limp penis and stare at the space underneath it where your testicles had been for all of your life. All that remained was the shrived, limp and undeniably empty flap of skin that was your scrotum.