As the Head of Careers at the sissy school, you have called me to your office: the summer term is ending, and unlike most of the other students, I have still not committed to my final surgery. Do I really want to go back home as a boy and waste all the work you have done on me? I look like such a cute girl already, except for, yes, those below, obviously. What, am I afraid of the surgery? You try to convince me that life as a girl is much better than what I can expect as a boy with such a small cock like that. You show me your breasts (haven't I always dreamt to have those?) and upskirt pussy (how comfortable no? cocks are overrated) and dare me to pass on this unique chance to become a real girl. Anyway, if I thought I have a choice, sorry, but my parents have been clear in their letter to you: they want a girl back home, not a little sissy boy. So, it's time to step it up, snip snip, surgery is scheduled for very soon and that's it, no more tears or regrets, no more cock and balls; instead I should be eager to everything new I'll be able to feel and experience, and embrace what's going to be my new body for good. You can't believe I will miss such a little thing between my legs, and try to convince me I won't regret it.