No Pee Pee!!!

Late last night I was up late working on some paper work and researching things online. Everyone was in bed and I myself had really started dosing off. Finally, my body gave in - but it was not to fatigue… It was to the call of Mother Nature.

When I sit down to Blog, read or just entertain myself on the computer, I get locked down on this chair and will NOT get up until one of two things happens: The first is for the Pizza guy, and the 2nd is to go to the bathroom. Since I can’t pee anymore behind the shed or in a jar like our momma’s showed us when we were little boys, I am forced to obey the call of Mother Nature… AND to keep a path cleared in all my mess to the little girls room!

(Keep in mind I am now almost 2 months Post-Op from my reassignment surgery)

So, I’m half asleep; dying to pee!!! I walk into the bathroom, unbutton and open up my fly, thinking “relief is just moments away”… I reach in… but then, like a scratching needle across a record player in a jukebox…

NO pee pee!!!!


Ok, I am so busted! I’ll admit it… until the “frank and beans” were removed, I seen only ONE advantage of having “them”! And so, privately, when I could, I took advantage of it. That’s right… I pee’d standing up! Not only did I prefer it, but I miss it! (some times anyway.) Does that make me still a boy or any less feminine? I don’t think so. Do I regret my surgery because of it… HELL NO!

Vagina rules!


I have asked many of my genetic girlfriends (GG’s) aka: natal born women, what their opinion on this was. Every one of these ladies I asked, all basically said the same thing: “The toilet is gross. If I could pee standing up, I WOULD TOO!”

Before my surgery, I would never stand up in the ladies room, but at home, or in a private bathroom, YES, I would. It was cleaner, quicker and much less a hassle than having to sit down. For that reason alone, I don’t understand why men do not wear skirts!?!? You can just lift, drift and go! lol

I would NOT trade my newly minted proof of womanhood, for the power of “standing to pee” for anything! I am SO glad it’s gone. Only now, 2 months later with the anesthetic finally wearing completely off, and the internal stitches finally dissolving some, and the nerves finally waking up, have I finally been able to feel what it is I bargained for.

Like all Queens accepting a throne, they must first be crowned - putting on your panties the first time after surgery feels JUST like that! It’s a crowning moment for your “V-highness”! Both exhilarating and somewhat erotic too! I am not going to lie about it…. YES!, it was definitely a sexy feeling!

Yeah yeah yeah, it was also a sense of accomplishment… Blah Blah Blah…. Whatever…

HA! It WAS! a very erotic, sexual, sensual and “aaaallllll THAT feeling” of a reward that was capped off by properly feeling and fitting, sexy panties! Adding to this, when you first go walking in a skirt, and that first draft of air creeps up there! WOW!... I mean WOW !

The best part too, is, that I can relive that feeling with each time I put my unmentionables on. AND, since there are millions of different styles, shapes, colors, cuts and materials to choose from, the “novelty’” of it, is nowhere in sight.


As I said, things seem to be finally coming alive down there. I still have no “Big O” to report… not that I have tired… (much). lol Alright, so, I tried the equipment out… Cut me some slack here! It’s not like I am renting it for the weekend. Even the doctor tells you to explore and get comfortable with yourself… so…, I am!

It’s a bit intimidating the first few weeks, (and even now) touching down there. You’re afraid to break or tear or injure anything, that might further harm or delaying your recovery.

I was never much an “explorer” anyway – I ALWAYS found this area of a female’s body too intimidating to "get jiggy with it". Looking back though, I can somewhat attributed that feeling to the fact I was indeed a woman myself – seeing theirs only filled me with envy for their ability to take a hole in one.

Still, I did my share of tee-time on the field. It’s just that I was never a “big driver” that could WOW a crowd. The “A” game I possessed was to pull the Kart from a sand trap before the game was called due to weathering conditions.

Rrrrrright… Anyway…..


I am happy to report golf fans, that I have taken my Doctors instructions and followed through with “exploring”. Keep in mind that in the first weeks, everything is really numb… and even at 2 months, I don’t have what the doctor yet considers a “Result”… I have a wound to take care of. (Now I know why they call it the “The wound that never heals”)

Unlike my former male part, my new female part does not rise to the occasion whenever I turn on the stage lights to prep for a performance. She must be relaxed in a comfortable and quite place… singing helps… some times…

Relax!

“Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout… down came the rain and washed the spider out… “


Or something like that…


My first impression of what my hand feels is soft, sensual and moist. It’s exactly what you would expect to feel in every detail, and again… its SOOOoooo erotic!

As for what “Lil’ Miss Chloe” feels when my hand touches her… Well, its an out of body feeling, because, there is SO MANY senses colliding – I will try and divide them up for you.

Imagine the skin and nerves of your genitals are a big jigsaw puzzle. They take that puzzle all apart and then put it back together, except first, they take all the pieces, reshaped and repainted them to form a different puzzle picture.

Remember the brain wires each nerve like a circuit…. So think what would happen when each puzzle piece is put back together in the wrong spot (According to the brain). The brain remembers where each nerve ending is on each piece (according to the old puzzle).

Now what happens is, when you first touch your newly reassembled puzzle, some of the nerves are not yet awake, and others are not yet rewired in the brain to match the exact position of WHERE it is located on the new puzzle. Its still thinks its wired to the OLD puzzle – SOOOoooo when you touch it, you actually feel like your touching parts of your former “puzzle package”, only now those “pieces and parts” are jumbled all over the place and the brain can only, at best, reassemble the circuits for now, into some weird mosaic of the old puzzle picture... Whew!

Touching here, you feel the tip of your penis; touching there, maybe a bit of your scrotum; touching there, maybe the back of your… eh hemmm… well… you get the picture… and so does your brain – in time.

In fact, in a VERY short time, your brain rewires the nerves to not only lock onto the new coordinates of each piece by conducting a geological survey (via intese and ongoing Hot Flashes) of the area, but it fully re-writes a complete new nero data map of your body - and THEN you begin feel and understand who you REALLY are... A GIRL! Success!!!

Well, kinda....


Imagine a new continent rising from the seabed floor over night. It’s going to take time before one can explore, map and collect data. Like all new island’s that form from the seabed floor, they erupt in fire and are very hostile at first for anyone to set foot on - much less explore, until it cools down… Fast forward to 2 months later… the fires are out, and we can now suit up and head out… or in!

“WOW, so this is paradise!” was my first reaction a few days ago, when I had the pleasure of waking up to tightness and a twinge from down below. It was not like any pain or feeling I had yet felt. Normally, when the nerves are being rewired or reconnect themselves, there is an electrical jolt you feel… and let me tell you, that will make anyone stand up and scream “Hiawatha”!

The tightness and twinge was a new feeling… so I gloved up and felt down there to make sure everything was ok. Yep… every thing was OOooooo… wait…. What was that?!!?

Chloe Prince…. Behold… “The Chonburi Organ”!!!!

…….whew…. hmmmm… ohhhh …. HUH!?!.... NIiiiiiiCE…..

COOL!

They call it the "Chonburi Organ" because Dr. Suporn, the doctor that did my reassignment surgery is from Chonburi Thailand, and only his technique allows for such mastery, that its has been dubbed the "Chonburi Organ"....

Ok, enough paying the bills... Thanks Dr. S!!!!

Well anywho... I didn’t have the “Big O”, yet... in part I think because I was not trying to attain one. I was really only in there to figure out what this tightness around my clitoris was all about.

The next day, I called up a natal born female friend of mine named Jenny. “So, what do you think…” I said after telling her about the deed… She says to me “Awww, congratulations Miss Chloe… you just had your first Ladywood!”

“Lady whaaaaa “??? I said.


Apparently, the tightness and twinge I felt is EXACTLY what natal born genetic women feel when sexually aroused. THAT feeling feels somewhat the same for the fella’s when they have an erection, toward the base of their penis. The tightness… the engorging feeling… yeah, that feeling… {perverts}

I confirmed these findings also with a few other women, both post-op and natal born genetic women. YEP!… all the same.

DAMN IT!


Do you REALIZE how valuable this information could have been YEARS AGO!?!?! I mean, I know EXACTLY where and how to put a woman… shall we say “in the moment”?! I know, cause I now know MY body… a body that is (for all its remaining purpose) a female body equal to any other natal born female that is non-child baring. They should be giving classes or something... on second hand, in the wrong hands, this information could be VERY dangerous... ok, forget everything I just said above. (Insert Jedi Mind trick here)

Confidence and Self-esteem levels: OFF THE CHARTS!

I was worried that I may never achieve sexual arousal, much less an orgasm. At this point, I am so pleased and reassured that things are coming along nicely.

My brain has re-mapped the area now… It no longer feels like parts of my penis… in fact, I have trouble even remembering what it was like having a penis - until the other night when I stumbled into the bathroom, half asleep, attempting to drain the old main vain.

Confused? Not really… just humorous when I thought about it.

I let out a big giggle at 2am in the morning, loud enough in fact the wife could hear it in the master bed room… I could hear her sigh, and then she said,


“...would you stop playing with that thing and come to bed”!


-Chloe

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