I arrived at the hospital and waited in the clinic until I was called and taken to one of the rooms to get my vitals checked. The nurse was a cool older lady maybe late 40’s and opened her binder and began typing my information into the computer.
“Any changes to your address or insurance,” She asked me.
“Nope,” I responded giddily.
“How tall are you?”
“Um, 5, 8,” I answered.
The nurse nodded as she typed and moved the computer mouse, “Ok step up on the scale for me.”
I hated scales because I felt that my weight gave me away as a transwoman. I stood on the scale as the nurse slid the weights across the bars. 140, 150, 160, fucking a…
“Ok you’re 161,” she concluded as she wrote it down in my chart.
“Dammit,” I quietly said, “My goal is to stay under 160.”
“Oh stop!” the nurse turned to me laughing, “You’re so close. Try being older. I’m like 170!” I looked at her astonished. She didn’t look 170 and was attractive. But she had no reason to lie.
“So how are things going hon,” she asked holding my chart with her pen ready.
I smirked this goofy grin. “Well um, I want to tell you, but I don’t know if it’s TMI or not.” I shifted in my chair.
The nurse waved her hand at me, “Oh lord, we’re both women here. Tell me.”
I took a breath and quickly thought of my reply. “I um, self-pleasured this morning and made my sheet wet.” I smiled at the end.
The nurse chuckled, “That’s great!” she exclaimed. “That’s the kind of information we need to know and like to hear. Are you happy with your results?”
“Oh yeah,” I nodded, “Whatever Dr. Burke ate or wore that day, tell him to do that every surgery.”
The nurse laughed again, “Ok, well you tell him when you see him, follow me.”
I followed her to the same room where I had my initial consultation and made my date.
The physician’s assistant knocked and entered shortly after.
“Hi Joella, can you take off your jeans and underwear and let me take a look before the doctor comes in?”
I nodded, disrobed, and laid on the examining bed. She came over and looked at some parts of my vulva and gently moved my labium.
“How are things going?” she asked, “You look at little swollen still.”
I nodded, “Yeah, if I’m moving around and doing a lot of lifting, I get sore but it’s not terrible.”
She nodded back, “Just be careful not to overdo it,” she shifted her attention to my vaginal opening. She grabbed a gauze pad and wiped some discharge from my vagina.
I felt embarrassed, “I’m sorry,” I said softly, “I cleaned after dilating this morning…”
She looked over at me, “it’s totally ok, you’re still healing and will have a little discharge. Let me go have Dr. Burke come in now.” She left the room and a few minutes later I heard a knock on the door and Dr. Burke came into the examining room.
“Hi Joella! So how are things?” he said very chipper.
I chuckled, “Well, I don’t know what you ate or if it was that sweater you wore the morning of my surgery, but you need to do that for every transgirl’s surgery.”
Dr. Burke raised an eyebrow, “Are you happy with your results then?” he seemed pleased with himself.
“Well…I um…self-pleasured myself and ejaculated,” I said.
Dr. Burke smiled a wide grin, “So you ARE happy then. That’s great to hear. May I have a quick peek?”
“Sure thing, you’re the artist,” I teased, “admire your work.”
Dr. Burke sat on a stool in front of my open legs and looked around. He gently poked asking me how I was healing. He also mentioned that he noticed the swelling and that it would go down slowly but surely.
“You’ll probably be all healed up sometime in February,” he finished the exam with. “You can get dressed now, tell them up front to set you up for March. We’ll take another look and discuss plans for a revision if you’d like.”
“Ok, I will,” I replied as I began moving to get off the examining bed. Dr. Burke and the physician’s assistant collected their binders and left the room. I slowly got dressed, made my follow-up for March, walked to my car, and got in to drive home.