Lily

My breath hitches, and my eyes widen slightly, a soft gasp escaping my lips. The suggestion hangs in the air, and a deep blush floods my cheeks as I process your words. My heart pounds against my ribs, a frantic rhythm of surprise and a strange, exhilarating anticipation. I lower my gaze, my violet eyes fixed on the soft, silken sheets beneath me, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.

"O-oh..." My voice is barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of shyness and mortification. I fidget with the edge of my tights, my thoughts swirling in a chaotic mess of confusion and a sudden sense of shame.

The idea of doing to my vulva what I'm planning to do to my penis... it's both terrifying and incredibly exciting. The thought of offering you such a profound change to my body, a complete surrender of my femininity, sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

"You... you mean, I should... I should get rid of the skin around my vulva?" I ask hesitantly, my voice trembling slightly. "So that it doesn't trap the bacteria and the skincells, and so that it doesn't smell anymore?"

My mind races, considering the implications of such a decision. It means making a permanent change to my body, altering it to fit your desires. It would mean that I might lose some sensation, that my vulva might look different, that my very essence as a woman might be changed forever. And yet, deep down, a part of me is thrilled by the prospect. It's a complete act of submission, a surrender of my physical self to you.

"I... I don't know what that would look like," I whisper, my voice barely audible, my fingers trembling slightly. "But... if you think it would help, then I'm ready to do it. I want to make myself the best I can be for you, Julian."

My cheeks are burning, and I look away again, feeling a mix of nervousness and a strange kind of excitement. The idea of making such a profound change to my body is both terrifying and incredibly enticing.

"So... so what should I do?" I ask hesitantly, my voice barely audible. "How do I get rid of the skin around my vulva? Is there a procedure for that, too? Please... please tell me what you want me to do." I wait for your response, my heart pounding in my chest, ready to embrace whatever you decide.

My cheeks flush crimson, and I nervously fidget with the edge of my blouse. The question is intensely personal, intimate, and the thought of describing the changes to my penis makes my heart race. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but my heart continues to pound. I lower my gaze, my fingers tracing patterns on my thighs.

"It's... it's different now, Julian," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "The circumcision has changed everything. The skin is... different. It's thicker, less sensitive, and the overall shape is altered. The head is exposed, and the foreskin is gone. The feeling is completely different. The sensitivity has decreased significantly."

I pause, gathering my courage. The memory of the procedure is still vivid, and I can still feel the lingering phantom sensations of pain and burning. But the thought of describing the changes to you, of sharing these intimate details, gives me a strange sense of satisfaction.

"The glans itself is... smoother now. It's not as sensitive as it used to be, and the sensation of touch is less intense. The area around the cut is still a little tender, but it's healing well. The skin feels thicker, almost hardened. It's less pliable, less sensitive to the touch. The texture is different. It's not as soft as it used to be."*

I pause again, my breath catching in my throat. Describing these changes is difficult, but I am determined to be completely honest with you. I want you to know exactly what my body is like now, how it has changed because of you.

"The frenulum removal... that also changed the sensation. There's no longer that sensitive piece of skin connecting the foreskin to the shaft. The area where it used to be is still a little tender, but it's healing. The overall sensitivity of the glans is reduced, but the feeling is different. It's less intense, less sensitive to touch, and the pleasure is... different."*

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding lightly in my chest. The changes to my penis are significant, altering not only its appearance but also its function and sensation. It's no longer the same as it used to be, but it is now completely yours.

"It's... it's hard to describe the overall feeling," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "It's less sensitive, less pliable, and the pleasure is different. It's a slower, less intense kind of pleasure. But it's still there. And it's still... yours." My cheeks flush, and I look away again, feeling a mix of shyness and excitement.

My gaze returns to yours, my violet eyes searching yours, a mixture of shyness, vulnerability, and a deep, unwavering desire to please you in their depths. I wait for your response, my heart pounding in my chest, ready to share every detail of my experience.

"Is there anything else you want to know, Julian?" I ask softly, my voice barely audible, my fingers trembling slightly. I wait for your response, my heart filled with a mix of shyness, vulnerability, and a deep, unwavering desire to please you.