Wee Jock's last night stand before he transitions and loses his balls - Sex Stories

Wee Jock's last night stand before he transitions and loses his balls

Introduction:

Wee Jock decided to become a ltrans woman so he can play football for his local ladies team and tells his mate Andy and Andy's girlfriend Morag what he is going to do

An ordinary rainy night in a Glasgow Pub in the Scottish area of England

A man neatly dressed in dinner jacket, white open neck shirt and a neat black kilt walked in.

“Wee Jock McLeish as I live and breathe,” Andy Cameron suddenly announced as he looked up from his whiskey, “Whit ye daein here in Glasgie, and in a kult?”

Jock swiftly replied “Ah Andy man, uts nae a kult uts a skirt, uts nae tartan see.”

“Eh?” Andy queried, he turned to the girl he was drinking with. “Eh Morag, Wee Jock here is wearin a skirt.”

“Its a Kilt you twat,” Morag explained.

“No its a skirt,” Jock explained, “Ah’m transitioning tae a wooman, Ah’m weain’ a skirt as a part oh it.”

“Really?” Morag asked.

“Aye, Ah’m transitioning tae a lesbeen,” Jock explained

”Ah ken its been a while but youse was a pussy fiend when youse was last around these parts,” Andy observed.

Jock continued. “Ah been down London an’ I thought I was hame sick and I saw a shrink an she said she used to be a guy and she was never happy until she transitionated and had her balls cut off and she thought I might be the same like.”

“Whit, You a Homo?” Andy asked stunned.

“No, I’m becoming a Lesbeen,” Jock explained, “No more willy flopping agen ma lags, ut’ll be grand.”

“You’ll need to shave your beard,” Morag said ...

... and she called her friend over, “Janet, wee Jock here is transitionin’ tae a Lesbeen

Janet was shocked, “What about yer beard?”

“Ah grewed it for one last time afore ah has me whatsits chopped,” Jock explained, “Ah doon like ma coke and balls slappin’ ma thigh, ah wanna be a lesbeen.”

“Ye’ve no had em chopped off yet then?” Janet queried.

“No yet, ah’ve tae see ma specialist the morrow tha ken,” Jock explained.

“I suppose the medication has shrivelled your balls to little peas,” Janet laughed, “And your cock to a little weenie cotton bud!”

“No exactly,” Jock explained, “Thet’s why it’s comin’ aff.”

“Gi us a look then,” Morag chuckled.

“Dinna be sae rude,” Jock replied.

“Gae wan, were all girls together,” Morag insisted,

“All reet, in the bog then,” Jock agreed and he headed for the ladies rest room with the girls following.

“Bloody hell!” Morag exclaimed as Jock sat on the bog seat and raised the hem of his skirt. He was wearing tartan socks and boots open crotch fishnet pantihose and split crotch panties. His cock was taped back around under his ass or it was until Morag touched it. There was a tearing sound and quite suddenly it tore itself free from the tapes and stood up a full 10” (250 mm).

“Ah what ye doin?” Jock gasped, “Ets no done that afore.”

“Oh fuck, you wazzock, what a fucking waste,” Morag stammered, “Jesus.” Her eyes were like saucers, “Ets beautiful, ye cannae have ut chopped off.”

“Et’s a nuisance, ah dinnae feel et,” ...