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T-Plus 2 Years: The Storm After the Calm
Jan. 4th, 2009 09:02 pmExactly two years ago today, I started the day with male genitals and ended it with female ones. At the time I write this, on the 4th of January, 2007, I'd just been wheeled back into my room and was off my head on morphine and the remnants of whatever they'd given me in the operating theatre, and was about to lay awake through much of a night which I half remember as being simultaneously trippy, delightful, and rather uncomfortable.
It hardly seems like two years have passed since that night when my new genitals were essentially a load of open wounds in formation, held together with string. Right there and then, delirious from the drugs, menopausal from the lack of any significant amount of sex hormones in my body for six weeks, and with genitals which felt like they needed to be treated more gently than a priceless Ming vase, thoughts of anything erotic were about as far from my mind as it's possible to be.
But things change, and I want to use this post to talk about arousal, masturbation and orgasms.
( Cut for discussion of onanism )
It's not quite the end of the road as far as SRS is concerned. I still want to have one minor cosmetic revision, to tidy up where a stitch burst on my clitoral hood, but other than that I'm done. Realistically, that's something that I could be having done anywhere on my body. I'm used to the idea that I have a vagina now, apparently subconsciously as well as consciously (I haven't had the dream where I have both a penis and vagina for some time now), and it's sufficiently well healed that I can a) feel enough of what goes on down there to get me where I need to be, and b) play a little rough, and not worry about damage. No doubt I'll post about my revision when I have it, but apart from that, I think this is probably the last of my SRS-posts.
It hardly seems like two years have passed since that night when my new genitals were essentially a load of open wounds in formation, held together with string. Right there and then, delirious from the drugs, menopausal from the lack of any significant amount of sex hormones in my body for six weeks, and with genitals which felt like they needed to be treated more gently than a priceless Ming vase, thoughts of anything erotic were about as far from my mind as it's possible to be.
But things change, and I want to use this post to talk about arousal, masturbation and orgasms.
( Cut for discussion of onanism )
It's not quite the end of the road as far as SRS is concerned. I still want to have one minor cosmetic revision, to tidy up where a stitch burst on my clitoral hood, but other than that I'm done. Realistically, that's something that I could be having done anywhere on my body. I'm used to the idea that I have a vagina now, apparently subconsciously as well as consciously (I haven't had the dream where I have both a penis and vagina for some time now), and it's sufficiently well healed that I can a) feel enough of what goes on down there to get me where I need to be, and b) play a little rough, and not worry about damage. No doubt I'll post about my revision when I have it, but apart from that, I think this is probably the last of my SRS-posts.
