As you look over what they have your eyes settle on a strange pair. "Ahem what about these?" You asked. "Oh those are just left overs...You don't want those!" The attendant assures you. You go back to looking, but curiosity gets the better of you. "Left overs?" You ask wonderingly. "Yes." Answers the attendant. "Left over from what?" "A castration obviously." The attendant grins. "To be honest I'm not even sure what kind they are." You look at the odd testicles.
"I'll take those." You decide. "Ooook!" The attendant sez shrugging his shoulders. "Here ya go." He hands you the box and instruction papers. Clutching the box and papers in your sweaty hands you head for a private spot. Enteringe the mens room you go straight to the handicapped stall. Dropping your pants you quickly read the papers. The note reads. "Rub cream on skin, apply purchase to area and hold for five minutes." "Drink small amount of liquid from bottle wait...
Easy, you think as you hold the new ball sack to your nutless crotch and drink the bottle dry! The sac which had looked dry browned and lifeless suddenly begins to pulse weakly at first then with more vigor. You realize you can feel your fingers pressing against the soft skin of your new sac. Pulling you hand away you feel for the edges, but there aren't any! Your skin and the sac are seamless now gently you tug at it. And wince they're your balls now! You rub and caress the soft sac and slippery balls inside of it.
Heat washs over your body, you breath deeply sitting down on the toillet. Sweat coats your body and you hurriedly undress, pain racks your body. Your skin burning like the whole thing is razor burned. You hunch forward grunting in agony, your muscles spasming you bone creaking and popping. Closing your eyes tight and cradling your head in your hands you rock back and forth. At last the pain begins to flow out of you and you open your eyes starring down at your feet.
Your jaw drops as you stare at them, ones a huge paw the other a thick flinty hoof! Standing up you look at your legs, they are bent and crooked covered with thick fur. One shaggy and dog like the other sleek and equine. Glancing at you crotch is no better, two miss match balls an a furry sheath above. Behind you swings a long fluffy tail...
"What kind of freak am I?" You wonder aloud.