I lay there thinking, “They better put me out good!” I was convinced that I was so excited about the coming reality of waking up to a brighter future that the anesthesia wouldn’t work.
A what-used-to-be-a-penis and was constructed into a vagina.
Okay, I get it, if you’re a natal cis-gendered dude, you’re probably so confused as to why anyone in their right mind would want to get rid of God’s trophy that He bestowed on you but, for me, that Twelve months have passed now and every day is a new, exciting experience for me, although nothing compares to those first few minutes.
Twelve months ago in a cold operating room, lying on an even colder surgery table, I was preparing to go to bed and wake up to the answer to the wish I had begged for every night for the last 18 years.
I’ll admit, though, that it was mortifying to have six doctors surrounding me and knowing that for the next seven hours they were going to be focused on the one thing that I would never want anyone to see — even myself.
When meeting someone new, I always find a way to drop that I’m transgender into the conversation and on Tinder I list it in my bio.