I finally found the full text of Mrs. Goodwhip et son esclave and am translating it! Part 1
https://italian-spanking-art-pages.com/nuovo/Vintage/LeonPierre_Goodwip/L-Pierre_Goodwhip.php


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Bob Slavy, Mrs. Goodwhip and her slave, Jean Fort, (Collection des Orties
Blanches), 1932. 16 separate illustrations by Léon Pierre. Text prepared by
Nathalie Quirion for EROS-THANATOS, © 2009.

3
Mrs. Goodwhip and her slave
INTRODUCTION
A serious case of moral corruption and white slave trafficking took place during the last years
of the 19
th
century in San Francisco (USA), and caused a considerable stir throughout the United
States, as well as in Canada. The police, by chance on the right track, discovered the existence of
a secret society called the Woman's Society, which, in reality, consisted of debauched women and
homosexuals, the latter hiding under female clothing. The president of this society, a certain
Mrs.
Goodwhip, had been able to escape the vigilance of the police until then thanks to a considerable
fortune. The suppliers of young people of both sexes that this Feminist Society needed for the
orgies, which often took place on the large property owned by
Mrs.
Goodwhip in the vicinity of
San José, near San Francisco, were recruited from among the Chinese of the Chinatown of the
latter city.
It is now known that beneath the dirtiest district of Frisco there is a second underground city
into which the police have never been able to penetrate and where the Chinese can give free rein
to their basest instincts. It was in this den, which they called Hao-Dah-Toungtsé, meaning The
Great and Magnificent Cavern, that the unfortunate children were taken, by trickery or by force,
to sometimes be sold to certain members of the Feminist Society. But most of these slaves
remained in the dens of the immense cavern, to be used for the most infamous forms of
prostitution.
This explained the sudden disappearance of many people from San Francisco and the
surrounding area: young girls, young men, and children of all races. It was not until long after,
when the secret association was discovered, that traces of some of the unfortunate victims were
found during a search of
Mrs.
Goodwhip's castle. Some of the missing young girls and several of
the children were even found in the homes of certain members of the society – but in what a
state! Almost unrecognizable, numbed by the despicable practices and mistreatment, they
seemed to come back to life only under the effect of sexual arousal. Their bodies were prepared
in a refined and barbaric way for the most despicable forms of prostitution. They were even to
keep the indelible scars of their degradation in certain sexual characteristics for the rest of their
lives. At the same time, in one of the many underground rooms of
Mrs.
Goodwhip's castle, hidden
in a piece of furniture, notes and memoirs were discovered from a young man who had been
captured and trained in a very special way, first by the Chinese, then by
Mrs.
Goodwhip herself.
His account will show what was the fate of the unfortunate souls who fell into the clutches of
this debauched and cruel woman. Above all, it strikingly shows that it is possible to transform a
young man, healthy in body and mind, through appropriate operations and intensive training, into
a submissive and voluptuous sissy. And this, while

4
leaving the subject's masculine, amorous, and reproductive faculties intact. Now let's hear from
this young American.
CHAPTER ONE
PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION, BY SURGICAL MEANS
It was January 1900, and I had just turned fourteen. An orphan, born to an American father
and a French mother, an uncle had placed me as an apprentice in a bank in San Francisco two
months prior. I also spoke English and French well. I was neither fat nor thin, tall for my age,
dark blond, and a rather handsome boy. My health was good, apart from a hemorrhoidal
condition that I had from birth.
Suffering from an acute attack, I had already tried several remedies without relief when one
of my colleagues, a Chinese employee at the same bank, confidentially advised me to consult one
of his compatriots, a doctor in Chinatown, who, he claimed, had an infallible remedy. The
ailment gave me no respite, so I resolved to try it and, armed with the address of the said doctor,
I set off one evening for Chinatown, a filthy area that, at that time, was the shame of San
Francisco. After a fairly long journey through a maze of foul-smelling alleys, I arrived at the
address indicated. The house had a small shoemaker's shop on the ground floor, and the
shoemaker pointed me to the only floor as the home of the honorable Dr. Kin-fo, a physician.
After walking down a dark corridor and climbing a poorly lit staircase, I found myself in the
presence of the man. Obsessive, like all Chinese, this man, a large, middle-aged man with a
jovial air, asked me how he could be of use to me, and I explained my case to him. While
listening to me attentively, he observed me insistently, scrutinizing me from head to toe. Had it
not been for his status as a doctor, I might have been offended. When I had finished my
explanations, he very politely asked me to undress, and, having examined me, he began to write
a prescription. Then he gave me the necessary instructions for its use. He added that my case
seemed particularly interesting to him because of the size and symmetrical arrangement of the
growths around the anus. When I hinted at an operation, he replied, smiling, that we would try
that later if the remedy did not work. With that, I thanked him, paid him, and took my leave. As I
was leaving, I noticed that instead of seeing me out, he was making a phone call in Chinese, but I
didn't attach any importance to this detail.
Full of hope for a speedy recovery, I went back down the stairs, entered the hallway, and was
about to reach the exit door, which was closed, when I suddenly felt myself seized and knocked
over by several attackers who had emerged from the shoemaker's shop. I didn't have time to
scream; a gag closed my mouth, skillfully slipped nooses paralyzed my limbs, and a sort of hood
fell over my head. Then I felt myself being lifted and carried quickly into the house. Soon I had
the impression that I was being carried along endless sloping corridors, as if sinking into a deep
underground. The air

5
became more and more stifling. I
could hardly breathe, and my heart
was gripped with fear and
apprehension. I estimated that this
journey lasted an hour. After
passing through several doors with
a Chinese password, my captors
descended a large number of steps
and finally stopped on a horizontal
landing. There they took off my
hood.
I was dazzled by a beam of
white light coming from a large
barred window. At a gesture from
one of the Chinese, this grating, or
rather this portcullis, rose with a
creak in its grooves and sank into
the thickness of the vault. I stood
there, stunned by the extraordinary
spectacle before my eyes.
In a huge cavern, under a
dome of rocks so high
that you could not make out the stalactites through the rising mist, lay a fantastic, magnificent
city, a city with streets, squares, and crossroads swarming with crowds. On the brick and wooden
houses gleamed the earthenware of the facades and the green tiles of the roofs – roofs whose
angular, gracefully rolled-up corners were adorned with bells. And suddenly, a flash of
inspiration crossed my mind! I realized that I was in the mysterious Hao-Dah-Toungtsé (The
Great and Magnificent Cavern), unknown to the whites and where the yellows could indulge
their ferocious and debauched instincts with impunity. I had often heard about it in Frisco,
without wanting to believe in its existence. And now I was a captive there myself, and perhaps
exposed to what tortures! A convulsive tremor of fear seized me. But without paying any
attention to my agitation, my captors, three sturdy Chinese men – one of whom I recognized as
the shoemaker who lived next door to the doctor – resumed their walk more calmly and entered a
side street of the enormous city. The passers-by we met looked at us indifferently, which made
me presume that the kidnapping of Europeans must be familiar to the inhabitants of this den.
My captors soon turned off to move a little further away from the city, approaching one of
the side walls of the cavern. There stood a one-story brick and wood pavilion, longer than it was
wide. Painted red with a green roof, it was built in the same style as the other


dwellings in the cavern. A courtyard, bordered by a wooden fence, surrounded it on all four
sides. The shoemaker opened a gate in the fence and, after crossing the courtyard, we entered the
house. They removed my bonds and gag and pushed me into a small room with a barred window,
the door of which was carefully locked.
The immense cavern was lit by powerful electric globes, so my prison was not dark. It
contained only a stepladder, a camp bed, and a chamber pot. The air, too, thanks to an ingenious
ventilation system that must have connected the cavern, through chimneys, with the Chinatown
of Frisco, was much better than in the narrow underground tunnels we had passed through.
Seeing that, for the moment, they did not want to harm me, I quickly regained my composure
and waited for events to unfold, observing what was happening outside through the window bars.
The courtyard surrounding the pavilion was deserted, but the hubbub of the city's traffic could be
heard in the distance.
After waiting for about an hour, the door suddenly opened and my Chinese doctor appeared,
smiling, flanked by two big devils, whom I recognized as my kidnappers. This time, Kin-fo was
wearing an old-style Chinese costume that made him look much more important than in his
European clothes.
With indignation, I rushed towards this Doctor Kin-fo, demanding an explanation for the
unspeakable act of which I was the victim. At that time, like any young American, I lacked
neither courage nor self-confidence. But, without losing his calm smile, the man begged me to
moderate my ardor and explained that, to facilitate the operation he deemed necessary, he had
had me transported to this beautiful cavern so that he would have complete freedom of action to
operate in the Chinese way, he added, winking. At the same time, he introduced me to my two
nurses, Ling and Sing, who were in charge of all the care my condition would require. Finally, he
begged me, in my own interest, to comply with all his instructions and those of my nurses. But I
protested again against this course of action, saying that, through my father, I was a citizen of
New Orleans and that I was entitled, as such, to the protection of the American authorities. It had
no effect on him. He politely regretted not being able to accommodate me, saying that he was
used to performing operations in his Chinese laboratory and that upstairs it was not organized for
that. Then he warned me that, since the operation would take place within twenty-four hours, it
was necessary for me to empty my stomach and intestines. So they were going to give me a
purgative and enemas. He went to prepare the potion, no longer answering my questions and
complaints, leaving me in the care of his acolytes. Shortly after, he reappeared with a cup of hot
broth containing castor oil. They forced it down my throat, holding me and pinching my nose.
Kin-fo then left me alone with his two assistants.
As soon as the door closed behind him, an abominable scene began. The two brutes threw
themselves on me and, despite my efforts to resist, began to undress me. My strength to resist
was nevertheless soon diminished by a pressing need, and it was naked as a worm that I had to
squat, on several occasions, on a chamber pot. In the meantime, the wretches had equipped
themselves with the necessary instruments: stomach pump, enemas, etc. After having

tied my arms behind my back at a right angle, they emptied my stomach. Then they tied me on
my knees, or rather on all fours, on a table and gave me enemas. Six times they pumped warm
water into my intestines. As soon as I had evacuated, they vigorously massaged my stomach and
belly, despite my complaints. Finally, completely exhausted, they put me to bed. They made me
drink a large cup of milk and wrapped me in blankets. This done, the two individuals went out,
locking me in.
Exhausted by so many successive emotions, I must have slept for a very long time. No one
came to disturb my sleep, and when I woke up, I was left alone to think about what was
happening to me. Why had I been taken to this horrible place? My kidnapping seemed to have
been planned well in advance, and for the first time, I had the feeling that my Chinese bank
colleague had betrayed me. My melancholic musings were abruptly interrupted; Kin-fo was
entering!
Still smiling, he told me that everything was ready for the operation, and he invited me to go
into the next room. I entered a large, well-lit room where everything was set up for surgical
operations. Before lying down on the table, I was given an antiseptic bath, and I was quickly
bound in the required position. I almost immediately lost consciousness under the effect of a
powerful narcotic that I was made to breathe.
When I woke up, after a period of time that seemed relatively short to me, I found myself in
the same room, lying in a strange position on an even stranger bed. This bed, raised on legs,
consisted of a first part that was slightly inclined, supporting the upper part of my body up to my
lower back; my entire rear end was fitted into a circular hole in the middle of the mattress. My
buttocks were thus suspended in the air, because the hole in the mattress corresponded to another
opening in the bed frame. I was wearing bandages all over my upper body, from my neck to my
thighs. But I didn't feel like I had a bandage on my anus, which seemed to have become
somewhat heavy. All the bandaged parts made me suffer, to varying degrees. My hands were
crossed over my stomach and tied together.
Looking around, I then saw Nurse Ling. I tried to talk to him, but I couldn't because my
throat hurt at the slightest effort. The man, having made sure that I was awake, disappeared and
returned shortly after with Dr. Kin-fo.
The latter, in response to my questioning look, replied kindly: "Yes, my boy, your operation
was a complete success. Now all you have to do is regain your strength, and you will be a fully
recovered young man!" Sitting next to me, he checked my bandages and added: "I took the
liberty of performing a few more small operations on you which, I am sure, will benefit you,
while increasing my reputation as a Chinese surgeon. For example, I managed to partially
remove the cartilage from your Adam's apple, an outgrowth almost as unsightly as a goiter. This
allowed me, at the same time, to make some adjustments and reductions to your vocal cords so
that you can change your voice at will. Having noticed that your testicles were hanging quite
low, I shortened them; this will give you a graceful gait. In addition, I circumcised your penis; a
measure of cleanliness for which you will thank me later. Let's not talk about your

hemorrhoids, let's not talk about them for now; you must feel that they have become heavier,
which is useful for their subsequent treatment. If you feel some discomfort at the base of your
esteemed buttocks, I can tell you that I deemed it necessary to lift them in order to make them
more pointed, which is the height of chic here. I achieved this result by introducing a bead of
living fat under their base, between the skin and the flesh. The same goes for your nipples,
which, with an identical bead, will be raised to the height of your first rib. I can see in your eyes
that you are dying to talk; unfortunately, you will not be able to speak or sing for ten or fifteen
days, and then I will give you all the explanations you may desire. In the meantime, stay calm
and let yourself be pampered by these two brave nurses, who are now going to give you your
first liquid meal of broth, eggs, and milk through a tube, because for the moment you can only
swallow your words. »
After this joke of dubious taste, the man left, and the orderlies fed me the food. This liquid
but substantial meal immediately comforted me. But being stronger, I also felt the pain in the
operated areas more acutely; in addition, the narcotic had given me a headache. My pain was
soon accompanied by a fever, and they had to give me calming potions.
During the week that followed, the nurses bustled around me, taking care of everything. I
judged that my condition was more serious than the doctor wanted to admit. He came to visit me
two or three times a day and, thanks to his remedies, the high fever that tormented me finally
disappeared. I was still too weak and exhausted by my pain, which was less severe, it is true, but
continuous, to get an accurate idea of my condition. They wouldn't let me get out of bed, even to
relieve myself. A bucket placed under my bottom collected my excrement; a chamber pot was
used for urination. I eventually realized that, far from going back inside, my supposedly
operated-on hemorrhoids were coming out more and more, pulling on my anus. After each bowel
movement, the nurse was very busy cleaning these parts from below and performing certain
painful manipulations that I could not understand. The shape of my bed was also a mystery to
me. Why was there a hole in the middle? Unfortunately, I could still speak only with great
difficulty, and the nurses pretended not to understand my words, which I could barely articulate.
Dr. Kin-fo understood very well, but he constantly postponed his explanations.
About a fortnight after the operation, feeling a little more robust, I insisted that the doctor
allow me to get up. "No," he said, "you are still too weak. But I'm going to remove some of your
bandages; most of your wounds are healing. Afterwards, you will take a strengthening bath and,
when you have returned to your bed, we will talk a little – I have to talk to you about various
things." He then began to undo my bandages, while the nurses prepared the bath. With their help,
I was able to enjoy the immersion with bliss, while noting with amazement that Kin-fo had
spoken the truth. My testicles had moved up high between my thighs and had strangely shrunk.
My neck had become as smooth and slender as a woman's neck, and I couldn't explain the
purpose of this change. I also didn't understand why the base of my nipples had been made to
swell. As for my posterior parts,

I couldn't see t


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Bob Slavy, Mrs. Goodwhip and her slave, Jean Fort, (Collection des Orties
Blanches), 1932. 16 separate illustrations by Léon Pierre. Text prepared by
Nathalie Quirion for EROS-THANATOS, © 2009.

3
Mrs. Goodwhip and her slave
INTRODUCTION
A serious case of moral corruption and white slave trafficking took place during the last years
of the 19
th
century in San Francisco (USA), and caused a considerable stir throughout the United
States, as well as in Canada. The police, by chance on the right track, discovered the existence of
a secret society called the Woman's Society, which, in reality, consisted of debauched women and
homosexuals, the latter hiding under female clothing. The president of this society, a certain
Mrs.
Goodwhip, had been able to escape the vigilance of the police until then thanks to a considerable
fortune. The suppliers of young people of both sexes that this Feminist Society needed for the
orgies, which often took place on the large property owned by
Mrs.
Goodwhip in the vicinity of
San José, near San Francisco, were recruited from among the Chinese of the Chinatown of the
latter city.
It is now known that beneath the dirtiest district of Frisco there is a second underground city
into which the police have never been able to penetrate and where the Chinese can give free rein
to their basest instincts. It was in this den, which they called Hao-Dah-Toungtsé, meaning The
Great and Magnificent Cavern, that the unfortunate children were taken, by trickery or by force,
to sometimes be sold to certain members of the Feminist Society. But most of these slaves
remained in the dens of the immense cavern, to be used for the most infamous forms of
prostitution.
This explained the sudden disappearance of many people from San Francisco and the
surrounding area: young girls, young men, and children of all races. It was not until long after,
when the secret association was discovered, that traces of some of the unfortunate victims were
found during a search of
Mrs.
Goodwhip's castle. Some of the missing young girls and several of
the children were even found in the homes of certain members of the society – but in what a
state! Almost unrecognizable, numbed by the despicable practices and mistreatment, they
seemed to come back to life only under the effect of sexual arousal. Their bodies were prepared
in a refined and barbaric way for the most despicable forms of prostitution. They were even to
keep the indelible scars of their degradation in certain sexual characteristics for the rest of their
lives. At the same time, in one of the many underground rooms of
Mrs.
Goodwhip's castle, hidden
in a piece of furniture, notes and memoirs were discovered from a young man who had been
captured and trained in a very special way, first by the Chinese, then by
Mrs.
Goodwhip herself.
His account will show what was the fate of the unfortunate souls who fell into the clutches of
this debauched and cruel woman. Above all, it strikingly shows that it is possible to transform a
young man, healthy in body and mind, through appropriate operations and intensive training, into
a submissive and voluptuous sissy. And this, while

4
leaving the subject's masculine, amorous, and reproductive faculties intact. Now let's hear from
this young American.
CHAPTER ONE
PHYSICAL TRANSFORMATION, BY SURGICAL MEANS
It was January 1900, and I had just turned fourteen. An orphan, born to an American father
and a French mother, an uncle had placed me as an apprentice in a bank in San Francisco two
months prior. I also spoke English and French well. I was neither fat nor thin, tall for my age,
dark blond, and a rather handsome boy. My health was good, apart from a hemorrhoidal
condition that I had from birth.
Suffering from an acute attack, I had already tried several remedies without relief when one
of my colleagues, a Chinese employee at the same bank, confidentially advised me to consult one
of his compatriots, a doctor in Chinatown, who, he claimed, had an infallible remedy. The
ailment gave me no respite, so I resolved to try it and, armed with the address of the said doctor,
I set off one evening for Chinatown, a filthy area that, at that time, was the shame of San
Francisco. After a fairly long journey through a maze of foul-smelling alleys, I arrived at the
address indicated. The house had a small shoemaker's shop on the ground floor, and the
shoemaker pointed me to the only floor as the home of the honorable Dr. Kin-fo, a physician.
After walking down a dark corridor and climbing a poorly lit staircase, I found myself in the
presence of the man. Obsessive, like all Chinese, this man, a large, middle-aged man with a
jovial air, asked me how he could be of use to me, and I explained my case to him. While
listening to me attentively, he observed me insistently, scrutinizing me from head to toe. Had it
not been for his status as a doctor, I might have been offended. When I had finished my
explanations, he very politely asked me to undress, and, having examined me, he began to write
a prescription. Then he gave me the necessary instructions for its use. He added that my case
seemed particularly interesting to him because of the size and symmetrical arrangement of the
growths around the anus. When I hinted at an operation, he replied, smiling, that we would try
that later if the remedy did not work. With that, I thanked him, paid him, and took my leave. As I
was leaving, I noticed that instead of seeing me out, he was making a phone call in Chinese, but I
didn't attach any importance to this detail.
Full of hope for a speedy recovery, I went back down the stairs, entered the hallway, and was
about to reach the exit door, which was closed, when I suddenly felt myself seized and knocked
over by several attackers who had emerged from the shoemaker's shop. I didn't have time to
scream; a gag closed my mouth, skillfully slipped nooses paralyzed my limbs, and a sort of hood
fell over my head. Then I felt myself being lifted and carried quickly into the house. Soon I had
the impression that I was being carried along endless sloping corridors, as if sinking into a deep
underground. The air

5
became more and more stifling. I
could hardly breathe, and my heart
was gripped with fear and
apprehension. I estimated that this
journey lasted an hour. After
passing through several doors with
a Chinese password, my captors
descended a large number of steps
and finally stopped on a horizontal
landing. There they took off my
hood.
I was dazzled by a beam of
white light coming from a large
barred window. At a gesture from
one of the Chinese, this grating, or
rather this portcullis, rose with a
creak in its grooves and sank into
the thickness of the vault. I stood
there, stunned by the extraordinary
spectacle before my eyes.
In a huge cavern, under a
dome of rocks so high
that you could not make out the stalactites through the rising mist, lay a fantastic, magnificent
city, a city with streets, squares, and crossroads swarming with crowds. On the brick and wooden
houses gleamed the earthenware of the facades and the green tiles of the roofs – roofs whose
angular, gracefully rolled-up corners were adorned with bells. And suddenly, a flash of
inspiration crossed my mind! I realized that I was in the mysterious Hao-Dah-Toungtsé (The
Great and Magnificent Cavern), unknown to the whites and where the yellows could indulge
their ferocious and debauched instincts with impunity. I had often heard about it in Frisco,
without wanting to believe in its existence. And now I was a captive there myself, and perhaps
exposed to what tortures! A convulsive tremor of fear seized me. But without paying any
attention to my agitation, my captors, three sturdy Chinese men – one of whom I recognized as
the shoemaker who lived next door to the doctor – resumed their walk more calmly and entered a
side street of the enormous city. The passers-by we met looked at us indifferently, which made
me presume that the kidnapping of Europeans must be familiar to the inhabitants of this den.
My captors soon turned off to move a little further away from the city, approaching one of
the side walls of the cavern. There stood a one-story brick and wood pavilion, longer than it was
wide. Painted red with a green roof, it was built in the same style as the other


dwellings in the cavern. A courtyard, bordered by a wooden fence, surrounded it on all four
sides. The shoemaker opened a gate in the fence and, after crossing the courtyard, we entered the
house. They removed my bonds and gag and pushed me into a small room with a barred window,
the door of which was carefully locked.
The immense cavern was lit by powerful electric globes, so my prison was not dark. It
contained only a stepladder, a camp bed, and a chamber pot. The air, too, thanks to an ingenious
ventilation system that must have connected the cavern, through chimneys, with the Chinatown
of Frisco, was much better than in the narrow underground tunnels we had passed through.
Seeing that, for the moment, they did not want to harm me, I quickly regained my composure
and waited for events to unfold, observing what was happening outside through the window bars.
The courtyard surrounding the pavilion was deserted, but the hubbub of the city's traffic could be
heard in the distance.
After waiting for about an hour, the door suddenly opened and my Chinese doctor appeared,
smiling, flanked by two big devils, whom I recognized as my kidnappers. This time, Kin-fo was
wearing an old-style Chinese costume that made him look much more important than in his
European clothes.
With indignation, I rushed towards this Doctor Kin-fo, demanding an explanation for the
unspeakable act of which I was the victim. At that time, like any young American, I lacked
neither courage nor self-confidence. But, without losing his calm smile, the man begged me to
moderate my ardor and explained that, to facilitate the operation he deemed necessary, he had
had me transported to this beautiful cavern so that he would have complete freedom of action to
operate in the Chinese way, he added, winking. At the same time, he introduced me to my two
nurses, Ling and Sing, who were in charge of all the care my condition would require. Finally, he
begged me, in my own interest, to comply with all his instructions and those of my nurses. But I
protested again against this course of action, saying that, through my father, I was a citizen of
New Orleans and that I was entitled, as such, to the protection of the American authorities. It had
no effect on him. He politely regretted not being able to accommodate me, saying that he was
used to performing operations in his Chinese laboratory and that upstairs it was not organized for
that. Then he warned me that, since the operation would take place within twenty-four hours, it
was necessary for me to empty my stomach and intestines. So they were going to give me a
purgative and enemas. He went to prepare the potion, no longer answering my questions and
complaints, leaving me in the care of his acolytes. Shortly after, he reappeared with a cup of hot
broth containing castor oil. They forced it down my throat, holding me and pinching my nose.
Kin-fo then left me alone with his two assistants.
As soon as the door closed behind him, an abominable scene began. The two brutes threw
themselves on me and, despite my efforts to resist, began to undress me. My strength to resist
was nevertheless soon diminished by a pressing need, and it was naked as a worm that I had to
squat, on several occasions, on a chamber pot. In the meantime, the wretches had equipped
themselves with the necessary instruments: stomach pump, enemas, etc. After having

tied my arms behind my back at a right angle, they emptied my stomach. Then they tied me on
my knees, or rather on all fours, on a table and gave me enemas. Six times they pumped warm
water into my intestines. As soon as I had evacuated, they vigorously massaged my stomach and
belly, despite my complaints. Finally, completely exhausted, they put me to bed. They made me
drink a large cup of milk and wrapped me in blankets. This done, the two individuals went out,
locking me in.
Exhausted by so many successive emotions, I must have slept for a very long time. No one
came to disturb my sleep, and when I woke up, I was left alone to think about what was
happening to me. Why had I been taken to this horrible place? My kidnapping seemed to have
been planned well in advance, and for the first time, I had the feeling that my Chinese bank
colleague had betrayed me. My melancholic musings were abruptly interrupted; Kin-fo was
entering!
Still smiling, he told me that everything was ready for the operation, and he invited me to go
into the next room. I entered a large, well-lit room where everything was set up for surgical
operations. Before lying down on the table, I was given an antiseptic bath, and I was quickly
bound in the required position. I almost immediately lost consciousness under the effect of a
powerful narcotic that I was made to breathe.
When I woke up, after a period of time that seemed relatively short to me, I found myself in
the same room, lying in a strange position on an even stranger bed. This bed, raised on legs,
consisted of a first part that was slightly inclined, supporting the upper part of my body up to my
lower back; my entire rear end was fitted into a circular hole in the middle of the mattress. My
buttocks were thus suspended in the air, because the hole in the mattress corresponded to another
opening in the bed frame. I was wearing bandages all over my upper body, from my neck to my
thighs. But I didn't feel like I had a bandage on my anus, which seemed to have become
somewhat heavy. All the bandaged parts made me suffer, to varying degrees. My hands were
crossed over my stomach and tied together.
Looking around, I then saw Nurse Ling. I tried to talk to him, but I couldn't because my
throat hurt at the slightest effort. The man, having made sure that I was awake, disappeared and
returned shortly after with Dr. Kin-fo.
The latter, in response to my questioning look, replied kindly: "Yes, my boy, your operation
was a complete success. Now all you have to do is regain your strength, and you will be a fully
recovered young man!" Sitting next to me, he checked my bandages and added: "I took the
liberty of performing a few more small operations on you which, I am sure, will benefit you,
while increasing my reputation as a Chinese surgeon. For example, I managed to partially
remove the cartilage from your Adam's apple, an outgrowth almost as unsightly as a goiter. This
allowed me, at the same time, to make some adjustments and reductions to your vocal cords so
that you can change your voice at will. Having noticed that your testicles were hanging quite
low, I shortened them; this will give you a graceful gait. In addition, I circumcised your penis; a
measure of cleanliness for which you will thank me later. Let's not talk about your

hemorrhoids, let's not talk about them for now; you must feel that they have become heavier,
which is useful for their subsequent treatment. If you feel some discomfort at the base of your
esteemed buttocks, I can tell you that I deemed it necessary to lift them in order to make them
more pointed, which is the height of chic here. I achieved this result by introducing a bead of
living fat under their base, between the skin and the flesh. The same goes for your nipples,
which, with an identical bead, will be raised to the height of your first rib. I can see in your eyes
that you are dying to talk; unfortunately, you will not be able to speak or sing for ten or fifteen
days, and then I will give you all the explanations you may desire. In the meantime, stay calm
and let yourself be pampered by these two brave nurses, who are now going to give you your
first liquid meal of broth, eggs, and milk through a tube, because for the moment you can only
swallow your words. »
After this joke of dubious taste, the man left, and the orderlies fed me the food. This liquid
but substantial meal immediately comforted me. But being stronger, I also felt the pain in the
operated areas more acutely; in addition, the narcotic had given me a headache. My pain was
soon accompanied by a fever, and they had to give me calming potions.
During the week that followed, the nurses bustled around me, taking care of everything. I
judged that my condition was more serious than the doctor wanted to admit. He came to visit me
two or three times a day and, thanks to his remedies, the high fever that tormented me finally
disappeared. I was still too weak and exhausted by my pain, which was less severe, it is true, but
continuous, to get an accurate idea of my condition. They wouldn't let me get out of bed, even to
relieve myself. A bucket placed under my bottom collected my excrement; a chamber pot was
used for urination. I eventually realized that, far from going back inside, my supposedly
operated-on hemorrhoids were coming out more and more, pulling on my anus. After each bowel
movement, the nurse was very busy cleaning these parts from below and performing certain
painful manipulations that I could not understand. The shape of my bed was also a mystery to
me. Why was there a hole in the middle? Unfortunately, I could still speak only with great
difficulty, and the nurses pretended not to understand my words, which I could barely articulate.
Dr. Kin-fo understood very well, but he constantly postponed his explanations.
About a fortnight after the operation, feeling a little more robust, I insisted that the doctor
allow me to get up. "No," he said, "you are still too weak. But I'm going to remove some of your
bandages; most of your wounds are healing. Afterwards, you will take a strengthening bath and,
when you have returned to your bed, we will talk a little – I have to talk to you about various
things." He then began to undo my bandages, while the nurses prepared the bath. With their help,
I was able to enjoy the immersion with bliss, while noting with amazement that Kin-fo had
spoken the truth. My testicles had moved up high between my thighs and had strangely shrunk.
My neck had become as smooth and slender as a woman's neck, and I couldn't explain the
purpose of this change. I also didn't understand why the base of my nipples had been made to
swell. As for my posterior parts,

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