So my ideal female circumcision experience would go like this,

I’m a prim and proper Victorian/Prairie/Late 1800s girl, and I always dress modestly. Long sleeve and high necked tops, ankle length skirts with bloomers petticoats and stockings underneath, and always a hat or bonnet. My face and hands are the only bit of bare skin I’m allowed to show.

Once I reach a certain age, my family decides it’s time for me to begin wearing open crotch bloomers (yes, switching from closed to open bloomers was a coming of age thing back then) and for my labia to be trimmed so that when I eventually get married, my husband will have a nice vagina to penetrate. It won’t be sewn shut and my clitoris will be left intact, but it’ll still be altered.

Before I know it, I’m strapped to a wooden table in an operating theater in front of an audience, while wearing nothing more than a knee length hospital gown and my bonnet to show my submission. An attendant comes from behind me and holds down my shoulders while another administers a sedation gas. He uses one hand to put a stethoscope on my chest while the other puts a chloroform soaked cloth to my face. Once I’m drowsy and sedated, he opens my mouth and inserts a ball gag.

As I lay there limp and delirious, the doctor slowly and carefully trims my labia and cauterizes the wounds. I feel the pain, but it’s subdued and I’m unable to react. Eventually I lose consciousness and then wake up in my bed at home surrounded by my parents and relatives. They comfort me through the post operative pain and eventually present me with a newly sewn pair of open crotch bloomers.

Life goes on for a while and I get used to having air circulate through my nether regions under my skirt and petticoats. Then, through a series of events, I end up secretly becoming a can can dancer/saloon girl at the local club. I basically become the 1800s equivalent of a modern day stripper. I dance provocatively and show off my legs and underwear for all to see. Sometimes I wear closed knee length bloomers, sometimes I wear open crotched bloomers, sometimes short bloomers that leave me thighs bare, and sometimes no bloomers at all.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t last and I’m found out by the family. As punishment, I’m circumcised again. Everything that happened before happens again, except that instead of my labia being trimmed, it’s sewn shut and my clitoris is fully removed. Once Im recovered, Im sent away to be a maid/house girl for landowner far away.

Thoughts? Does this this sound like a good story.