I am on an airplane flying to Vancouver. I have an appointment with a doctor to have sexual reassignment surgery. I am so excited I can’t stand it. I know this is what I want. My recent encounter with a woman convinced me. I have no doubt about it now and won’t look back. We land and as we deplane I notice, as always, the admiring looks I am getting from men, including the pilots. I am wearing some chic pants that show off my ass and a camisole top under my jacket. It is low cut and shows plenty of cleavage. I am so glad I had my breasts enlarged to their current 36DD size. I smile as I make my way to baggage claim and find a taxi. The clinic is in the hospital district and as I walk through the front doors my heart begins to flutter some. I am led to the doctors office and he soon comes in and sits behind his desk. He smiles and we make some small talk. He then says there is a lot of paperwork I need to sign and he goes into detail about the operation. I won’t bore you with the technique but I am convinced I have chosen the right doctor for this. He says he will do the operation early tomorrow morning and that I will stay here tonight to get prepped. After I will also recover here in the clinic until I am ready to go home. I sign away on what seems like a mountain of Escort Çukurambar papers. A nurse then leads me to my room and instructs me to get undressed and into a gown. So blood is drawn and tests are done. So it is time to sleep and she gives me something to relax. I dream about being a woman. I have a husband and we have 2 kids, my kids. I know that won’t be possible but I can dream can’t I. It was early in the morning when the nurse woke me. She said it was time to prep me for my surgery. IV’s were started and different tubes inserted. I was wheeled into the operating room and the anesthesiologist assured me all would go well. He injected something into my IV and asked me to count backward from 100. I think I got to 95 before I was out. I heard people around me, I just couldn’t open my eyes. My mouth was so dry. I finally was able to blink a few times and get a focus on the room. I was in recovery and they noticed I was awake. The nurse patted my arm and said everything went well. She gave me some ice and said I could have some water later. The doctor came in soon and said I had handled the surgery perfectly. He said I would be very pleased with the results and that nobody would know that I wasn’t a genetic woman. I was still very demetevler escort groggy and I could have sworn I heard him say something about how I would make a great wife and mother. Maybe I was still having some of that dream I had the night before. Later that day I was taken into my room and I slept on and off til the next day. Over the next few day I slowly got stronger and was able to walk some. I still had my entire crotch covered in bandages but they would soon come off. In fact the next day my doctor came in to change them. He removed them carefully as I still had a catheter in place. He smiled at his handiwork and asked if I wanted to look. I said of course I did and he positioned a mirror. He warned me that there was still a lot of swelling and stitches. I gazed into the mirror dumbfounded. Tears came to my eyes as I looked upon my new pussy. It was perfect. I knew that it was all bruised and puffy, but I could tell that I had made the right choice. Over the next week stitches were removed as well as the catheter. Even though I have been sitting down to pee for some time it felt so weird to feel it coming out of my new opening. I was instructed on how to use some dilators in my new vagina. I would have to insert them everyday dikmen escort bayan gradually get used to bigger ones to help my canal keep its shape and depth. If I didn’t I would be way to small to have sex and I sure didn’t want that. I practiced using them at the clinic and even though it hurt some I was amazed at the sight of something going up inside me. It was time for me to leave and go home. The doctor came into my room one last time and said I should have no problems and to call him if I did. He said that I should expect some spotting of blood and not to worry. My body was adjusting to it’s new shape and healing too. The dilators might also cause some minor bleeding if I go too big to fast. I should just wear a pad and in a couple of days it will stop. I packed and got dressed in a nice suit for my flight home. I thanked everyone at the clinic for taking care of me. I got into the cab and as we drove to the airport I smiled thinking about my new life as a woman. When I got home I had a couple of days before I had to go back to work so I just relaxed around the house. I was faithfully using the dilators and they were getting less uncomfortable. Soon I would be able to take the biggest one which was the size of the average penis I think. I made the decision to use some dildos that were a little above average. I didn’t want to get caught short so to speak if I found a large man. Everything was healing up nicely. The bruising was disappearing and swelling was almost gone. I returned to work and settled back into my life. About 6 months have gone by since I had my operation.