For my birthday my grandmother gave me a bikini. She has a fuzzy memory and doesn't know I'm a boy.

One day I wore the bikini in front of the mirror and I loved it! But it doesn't fit very well because of my manhood.

So I asked my mom if she could cut my boy parts. But she doesn't allow it.

Days later she caught me trying to cut the manhood and realized it was something important to me.

During the spring my mother took me to a clinic to perform the surgical procedure. It was the happiest day of my life!

In the summer the wounds from the surgery were healed, I went to the beach and put on a new bikini that my mother had just bought.

I don't regret cutting my boy parts. because I love to have a flat crotch.