The Penile Dilemma Pt 02

CHAPTER 2: Mia...

Saoirse was out and about, strutting her heels. In New York, scantily-clad young women were jogging, distracted construction workers were whistling and fashionably impaired hipsters stained the local park with their presence. By a restaurant, a lone girl was waiting, sat at a table with her phone in one hand and the other hand waving to Saoirse, her friend.

"Sershaaaaaa! Over here! Heeey!"

"Beryl! Hey!" Saoirse greeted Beryl with a friendly hug. Saoirse sat down, her tight jeans skid against the seat, and her heeled boots clanged against the table.

"Lookin' gorgeous as usual... me? I look like shit." Beryl downed the rest of her drink.

"Noooo yooou dooon't. ... I might have overdone myself, but, yeh know, important meetings and all that shite."

"Right! Just saying, I love your lipstick, and your hair and your boots, and your jacket, pretty much fucking everything. Looks so nice and expensive and clean and fashionable. ... I'm too hard on myself." Beryl playfully punched Saoirse in the arm.

"You are! Thanks. You're wearin' something for the weather, though. You've got that. Aaanywaay..."

Minutes went by as Saoirse and Beryl continued to gossip about various happenings. They spoke as friends, about other friends, movies, music, their jobs, and the men in their life.

"... and that is why I'm single."

"You need to stop turning men away then!"

"But I'm on Tinder! I swipe left on the fuckboys. Cause all are either really ugly or creepy... or both. Lucky you, doin' it the old fashioned way. Got yourself a big boy. A little older and those tattoos... no offense."

"Ah, he's only thirty-nine... and I like his tattoos. It makes him rough."

Beryl nodded, "Sure, no, I'm not saying he's old. Just not many twenty-two year olds hanging around thirty-nine year olds. Me? I... stick to late-twenties. Most men aren't babies by then, am I right? But he's nice looking, yeah, so like whatever!" Beryl smirked and Saoirse gleefully rolled her eyes in amusement.

Saoirse took a sip of her drink, and left a stain on the glass rim. She looked unsure in thought, as if hesitant to ask a question she thought inappropriate for the time and place.

"... B-Beryl, do you mind if I ask you a question about something... personal?"

Beryl raised her eyebrow, "Go on..."

"This might be a bit much to ask, but I thought it wouldn't be so weird to ask you while you're here, and since you go on about willies all the time..."

Beryl grew a perverted grin, "Willies. Right. So... your question is about dicks?"

"Yeah... my question is about... dicks. Gosh, how do I put this..." Beryl interjected, she looked around and leaned near Saoirse, "Just ask. Is there something you need to know? Uh... shapes? Sizes? Colors?"

"Have... gosh he's gonna kill me for mentionin' this... but, have you ever had a penis bleed? Like did anyone you were with have problems with their bits tearing...? I mean, has a bloke ever torn his bits?"

Beryl gave a quizzical look, "Um, well. Hmm. Have I ever made a dick bleed? Did the guy ever make his dick bleed? I, what- I don't... what do you mean?"

"My fella has a problem."

"His penis bled? It tore?"

"Yes... sort of. He tore skin."

"When you wer- hmm, skin? He tore his... shaft? Right?"

"No, no. Not the... shaft. His tip. The skin that goes around the head, you know."

"No, what is it?"

"It's called a... foreskin?"

"OH, your guy's uncut? Oh, he tore THAT... well, I know what THAT is, but I don't know much about foreskins, girl. Never saw one before and... I never plan to. I couldn't even recall what you meant until you mentioned it by name."

"... oh." Saoirse looked disappointed, she stirred the straw in her glass.

"Well what? He tore his fore-skin? I mean, that's gotta hurt, right? Was it real bad? Like, where you asking asking me...?"

"I just wanted to know if you knew something similar happened and knew about how to fix it. The... skin around his willy, I mean penis, whatever, it tore a little bit and I think he mentioned it was because it tightened. He couldn't... pull it back..." Saoirse felt more uncomfortable explaining Jason's predicament. She shifted in her seat and looked out beyond the street.

"Hm, well if you're worried his dick might fall off, you could stop that with... circumcision? Maybe..." - "I agree", a stranger interjected.

A string of smoke escaped her nose, she flicked the ash off her cigarette and winked at Beryl, who snapped to her attention. Saoirse looked her up and down; A woman, she saw a distinctive leather jacket, with a long, black curly mop of unkempt hair that framed the woman's face.

"Sorry?" Said Saoirse, taken back by the stranger's comment.

"Your friend's right." The woman clarified.

"I am?" Said Beryl.

"Yes. The sooner, the better."

Saoirse didn't know what to say, but Beryl quickly ejected from her seat, "Ooookay, don't know where this is going. Well I'm gonna head off now. Got a lecture to catch." She hugged Saoirse, who was surprised by her early departure.

"In a hurry?" Saoirse whispered to Beryl. "Yeah, I needed to skedaddle anyway. But, maybe this woman knows more about your thing than I do? Um, yeah. Oh it was nice catching up... next month?" Beryl left and acknowledged the stranger on her way past.

Now alone, the woman did not hesitate to move. The two were now closer together, Saoirse and the stranger. Her legs crossed, and her hand slithered across the table, "Name's Mia.", inviting a handshake. Saoirse was hesitant, but did not want to be rude. She shook Mia's hand. A tight grip, Mia did not let go for ten seconds, and in the time gave Saoirse a curious stare.

"... Saoirse." She replied. The handshake ceased to continue. Mia hinted a mischievous smirk, "I've heard..."

She offered a cigarette to Saoirse, who gestured with refusal. Then she took her ashtray and planted it onto the table. Tapping her acrylic nails to an impending thought.

"Circumcision."

Mia gestured her fingers; snip, snip.

"That's what he needs. That's what you want."

"Were you eavesdropping?" Saoirse replied.

"Yes," Mia said. "With good intentions, sweetie."

"How much did you hear?"

"Every word." Saoirse's face reddened with embarrassment.

"You look bothered, don't be. I listened. I learned, and now I'm here... for you. You're lost and confused on this... good. Your man has a problem, but I know what he needs..."

"You said circumcision..."

"Yes."

"He never mentioned that to me."

"Good. Which means you don't know what it is, but I do. I'm going to explain it to you."

Saoirse sat back, conflicted on whether she would stay and talk about personal matters of her sexual partner to a woman she had just met, but the woman didn't give her time, and before Saoirse could inquire about the woman's nature, Mia spoke too soon:

"We'll start with this, hm?."

Mia unfolded a piece of paper, laying it flat out on the table. On the paper, was a sketch of a penis with foreskin.

"You see this?" Mia pointed at the top of the penis, "That is your man."

Saoirse's eyes focused around the detail of the picture, but Mia quickly swiped the picture away and tore it up.

"Now."

Mia revealed another piece of paper to Saoirse. This time, the paper depicted a sketch of a penis without foreskin.

"Take a good long look at it, sweetie. We're only getting started. You see, Saoirse, your man has a flap of skin at the end of his penis, it's called the foreskin. The problem you were describing is called phimosis, a sort of mumbo jumbo term... which is the tightening of the foreskin. With a tight foreskin, you can't clean yourself or enjoy anything. And by enjoy, you know what I mean, honey. If you were a guy, would you want a tight foreskin?"

"No..." Saoirse awkwardly replied.

"Of course not. Most guys with foreskins have these kinds of problems. These problems are not to be underestimated. That is why I had my sons circumcised. Just to make sure. I had all three of my boys circumcised high and tight."

Mia circled her finger around the sketch. "This is what it would look like if your man was circumcised. Pretty much. Now it's just my drawing, but it's a very accurate one. From uncircumcised to circumcised. It's that simple... it's just a simple snip. His skin needs to go or else the problem will get far, far worse, and neither you or him would want that. In general, it's a redundant piece of skin. It's wrinkly, dirt gets caught underneath it and then you have... the problems your man has. No man asks for that. No man at all. Why, any good mom should have her sons circumcised. I am a good mother, hence, I had my sons snipped. You know what I mean?"

"B- but what about men who don't have problems? Jason, I mean, my partner, never had any issues up until now, I me-"

Mia interrupted, "Yes, yes, yes, but the problems are there. They persist. YES, some men don't have them, but problems are problems and problems need to be solved with solutions and in your... Jason's case, he needs to have his penis circumcised."

"It might just be him, though. In this instance, it could go away maybe... did your sons have these problems?"

"N- yes, yes they did. My poor little guys suffered a lot, all three of them, sweetie. The pain they were in, it was awful..."

"Oh my, so sorry about that. What about the doctor? Was there not, like, a medicine? There has to be some. Was it onl-"

"Listen, listen. It was a coincidence that all three of them had tight foreskins, but they're fine. My sons are adults now. All three are grown up, healthy circumcised men. Not a bother. As for the medicine? No, there was no other solutions. I feel like we're already going off-track here, darlin'. Let me refresh the importance of circumcision here in your case."

Mia swiped the drawing away, and opened up a bag she had nearby.

"I'm gonna show you something better. I have here... this diagram. Just little pictures to show you how a circumcision works."

Out of the bag, she took the diagram and laid it spread out on the table. It was a large poster, so large that Saoirse had to lift her glass out of the way. The diagram was large enough to make Saoirse feel uneasy, as civilians could pass by and see it.

"See the picture of the foreskin? It shows... are you paying attention? It shows the shaft skin, which is the cock skin, essentially. The skin of the shaft goes all the way up until the foreskin... skin. This is where you get the outer foreskin, why outer I say? Well, we'll get to that. Anyway, then you have the foreskin opening, or it's supposed to be, but, you know, tight foreskins and all, am I right? Yes, yes I am. ANYWAY, underneath the foreskin is the coronal ridge. As you know, that's that the cock head. Well, actually, it's the rounded edge of the cock head, like a German army helmet." Mia struck chesty chuckle, whereas Saoirse failed to understand the reference.

"Why not just remove the tight bit of the foreskin, and leave the rest. The picture s-" Mia interrupted Saoirse again.

"Why not remove all of it? If you leave the rest of it there, and that's ridiculous, then that remaining skin will tighten up." Mia replied.

"Really? I didn't know that. I thought, it looked like, looking at all of this, that it would only happen once..."

"Au contraire, sweetie. It could always come back. Half-skin included. That's what so terrible about it. Trust me, I know. As a mother of three, I have the knowledge..."

"Oh no, I'm just saying. Sorry, ma'm... Mia, you know more about this than I do, I wasn't saying you were wrong..."

"Oh it's nothing, darlin'. Questions galore. I'm only trying to help, you know that. As weird as it might feel, us here talking, every little helps..."

"Yes, I do, I did feel a bit... I know you're trying to help, but if he was here, I mean I don't have those... parts, so I feel I'm not..."

"You don't know need to... he'd be thankful for the information. Trust me. In simple language, because I'm not a doctor, you know, but I know what I'm talking about. No medical jargon, slang or mumbo jumbo or anything of that shit, you know? Stuff that he can understand and information you can tell him."

"Yeah, thanks. At least."

"You're... VERY... welcome." Mia grinned, she took another puff on her cigarette.

"Is this what the circumcision is?" Saoirse pointed to one of the diagrams.

"Oh that, yes. I was just about to get to that..." Mia crossed her legs, and nudged to Saoirse. "Yes. This is what happens. Look at the first image. Figure A: this is where doctor makes the cut, or incision or whatever around the entire foreskin. Normally, they'll mark it with lines, so they know where to cut. Now, figure B: This is where the doctor will cut open the foreskin, so that it's not covering the cock head and it's no longer attached to the shaft skin. Making it separate, essentially. Figure C: The doctor, ugh, cuts... the foreskin to the initial... incision, lifting the foreskin from the, it says here, mucous membrane." Saoirse squirmed with the description Mia provided, wincing, to which Mia noticed.

"Oh... That sounds painful..."

"Oh it's not. It really isn't, sweetie. Just another step, trust me. Anyway, the final figure, that's figure D, says that, I quote, the doctor sutures the top edge of the skin that covers the penile shaft and the mucous membrane. Now, if you don't know what a suture is, it's the stitching to close up the wound. The mucus membrane crap is just the flesh beneath the skin. And..."

"And then what?" Saoirse inquired.

"Well, it heals and then you're... done."

"Done? Really?"

"Yes... Jason will have no discomfort, it heals rather quickly in, say... three weeks after."

Saoirse pondered for a minute, taking in all of what Mia had said. She felt unsure, almost cringing at the descriptions Mia had provided, but Mia knew what Saoirse had not, and it was legitimate sounding enough for Saoirse to take seriously.

"Oh, I don't know. I mean all of this seems like it would be uncomfortable for him and the surgery, and all and I think..." Mia interrupted Saoirse again.

"You do know. Look," Mia folded away the diagram and planted her hand on Saoirse's shoulder, "there isn't a whole lot to this in reality. It sounds painful when I describe it, but... it's actually rather surprisingly easy and quick to get done and over with. Jason's a man, honey, I'm sure he can handle pain. A necessary kind of pain. For his sake, and... yours, tell him to get it done. Hey, I can't force your hand or his, but I'm noble here for giving you a know-how on something you might not have thought of or considered... I mean you're European, that accent... honey, clearly you're not from here..."

"I'm Irish..." Saoirse replied.

"Exactly... you're not American. Here in America, most... and I mean most men are circumcised. So many men are circumcised, in-fact, that your man is literally in the minority. That's a lot of circumcised dicks, you know? If he gets it done, he'll be just like all the other men. Plain and simple. So, how about it?"

"I'll think abou- HE... will think about it. I'll ask him about it and see what he thinks. I don't know if it feels right, but..."

"Do that. Tell him what I told you. Word for word. Or tell him to look at circumcision websites on his computer, and only websites that promote circumcision. That's where all the accurate information is. There are some websites that spread false information and propaganda and you don't want to look at those ones. Scams, the lot of them..."

Saoirse nodded, her phone beeped as she received a notification, "Oh, em, I've.. uh..."

"Gotta skedaddle?"

"Yeah. I've got a meeting to catch, so..."

"Yes, yes. Of course. I can't keep you waiting, darlin'."

"Well, it's been... interestin'. T- thank you for the info, I'll... give it my partner."

Mia nodded, "Indeed," She drew a puff of smoke, "I hope you understood everything I told you. But, I'm sure you do. It's been nice helping out." Mia extended her taloned-hands to Saoirse.

"Yeah, thanks... goodbye." Saoirse accepted the handshake. Mia gripped her hand, winking one eye to Saoirse and grinning.

"Bye..."

With the conversation concluded, Saoirse departed from the restaurant.