Hey, I’m British! For us “pants” are the things worn under our trousers!

Another decent night’s sleep (albeit with a couple of helpers), I even woke up with a green-wood boner. My husband didn’t sleep so well and slept on the sofa; he says that he finally managed to get off about half-six. He went back to bed for a while once I got up.

While I’ve been waiting for my husband to get up, I’ve prepared a bread pudding for dessert tonight. It’ll need 3.5 hours steaming later on, and will be served with custard.

My scar feels a little tight this morning. Perhaps a tad sore. Maybe I need to be more generous with the scar lotion. I took a couple of photos so that I could better see what it’s like down there. The scar seems to be healing very well; is a bit red along the line of the scar itself, but all the bruising is gone and the surrounding skin is a good colour. The scar sits on a mound that’s raised above the surrounding area by maybe 5mm or so. The mound isn’t sore itself. I had a go at a bit of careful manscaping with some clippers; I expected the vibration to be unpleasant, but it was ok. I was very careful because I didn’t want to catch any of the stitches.

After my shower, I tried on a pair of my favourite pants; these were a pair of backless undies, however they weren’t comfortable because the way the various straps intersect around the bottom end of the scar’s mound. So I put on a pair of standard briefs; they feel OK at the moment. For the first time I could really appreciate just how much smaller my package looks!

I showed my husband the photos of the scar straight after the operation and all the way to today. He felt a bit uncomfortable to look at because he’s used to seeing balls there. The last photo he said that my cock looked like a giant outy belly button!

Wearing ordinary undies isn’t as comfortable as I’d hoped, nor as uncomfortable as I’d feared. There is still some sense of rubbing along the groin skin at the top of the thigh. I wondered whether this might actually be a confused nervous system reporting that the scar mound was sore, since a friend observed that he felt as though he had a “hole” where his testicles had been initially, but touching with my fingers I can feel that my body is correctly reporting the location. Maybe I’ll try commando some time. Also, my cock is now rubbing against places it could never have rubbed previously, since there used to be a pair of balls in the way! All stuff to get used to, I suppose.

It’s been a quiet day. Husband naked me with three shopping (I’m not allowed to carry the heavy bags – nice!), then I’ve spent the afternoon setting up house new phone; his old one packed up whilst I was in Mexico, which was particularly distressing for both of us, especially since he has started using it to all for help when he’s getting low. I’ve also been watching the bread pudding… tomorrow I’ll say whether it was any good!