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Dilation

Honestly not that bad. My surgeons guidelines were to start at 15 minutes, 3 times a day. Timelines vary between clinics, but the need to dilate becomes less and less frequent as time goes on, until eventually you settle on once a week, after a year. Still only 15 minutes per session for me.

The first 6 weeks are the worst: You're so tired, and all you do is sleep, eat, and dilate, and the dilations suck. They're bloody, and (for me at least) nerve wracking. I was so scared of damaging the area. For the first 6 weeks, you also need to properly clean out after dilating with iodine, and then saline. It's just a lot of work for someone who is completely exhausted.

In the moment, I felt so overwhelmed by it, but the worst doesn't last that long, and you're not going to have to worry about anything except dilating, so you buckle down and get it done.

At the beginning, you really need to keep on top of things. Your pussy can absolutely close up if you don't dilate often enough. It's an easy chore, but you have to make sure you do it.

As time goes on, things relax, especially after a year. I have definitely accidentally not dilated for over a month, and things were pretty tight when I started again, but I didn't lose any depth. Your mileage may vary, and you should still try and keep on top of things, but one bad month shouldn't be the end of the world. There isn't good long term data on dilating and depth loss over time, so the doctors tend to be really strict. Anecdotally, much more strict than is absolutely necessary.

Recovery

As I said, mine was much worse than average. It sucked. Really, really bad. The first 6 weeks were the worst 6 weeks of my life, by a lot. This was mostly due to my personal-life circumstances at the time. As I mentioned, I was alone for a lot of my recovery, which meant I had to take care of everything myself, including cooking and cleaning, all while I was barely conscious, and I was at high risk for seizures.

I bring this up because despite it being really horrible for months, I would do it again in a heartbeat. I wouldn't even have to think about it. I would go through that again every year if I needed to, but I don't. It was one time, and now I have the benefits forever. And most likely, your recovery will be orders of magnitude easier than mine!

My main advice is: have someone who can visit every day, and eat as much as you can. I was running a 2k calorie deficit for the first 3 weeks post-op. Don't do that. Please, for the love of god, eat. Protein is important, but so are calories. Should I have drank every room temp vanilla ensure the hospital gave to me? Yes. Would it have been better for me to eat an entire bag of Doritos for dinner instead of eating nothing at all? Also yes. EAT.

If you have a parent, a partner, friends, or some combination who can — every day — bring you food, give you a hug, and take out the garbage, you're golden.

Other than that, the advice I wish I had been given was: massage your internal scars, too. They tell you to massage the scars around your labia, but they didn't mention to me that the scars inside might need some TLC, too. I happened to have very large, very raised scars that made dilation and penetration difficult, and sometimes painful. It took me about 18 months to figure that out, and start working on it. As of now, it's much less of a problem, but I wish I had started on the process sooner.

Complications

The complication rate for vaginoplasty is fairly high (over 70% if I remember right), but that's mostly because of a couple very minor culprits. I was lucky enough to experience both of them.

Hyper-granulation tissue is when the body creates too much of the tissue it uses to heal wounds. This is more or less a non-issue. A small application of silver nitrate to the area every couple of weeks will clear it up in no time. It's gross, and you need access to a doctor to apply the nitrate, but it clears up quickly, and you never have to worry about it again.

Wound separation sounds a lot scarier, but it's not a big deal either. My stitches popped, and my wound began to separate right at the entrance of my vagina. As it turned out, it was an inch long, eighth inch wide, 4 inch deep gash. Not knowing that this was common, and not a big deal, I freaked out, and ended up stressing myself out more than I needed to. A small application of polysporin twice a day and time was all it took. My body eventually closed the wound all on its own. It resulted in fairly gnarly looking scar tissue immediately after, but with regular massage and time, I can barely tell anything happened now. The worst part was honestly that it delayed my recovery by a month. I wasn't allowed to fuck until 4 months post-op instead of 3. Damn. Oh well.

Speaking of, how about we move on to something more fun?

🌺🌸🌺 ~~ Sex ~~ 🌸🌼🌸

(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠) It's really nice

This section is mostly going to be detailed descriptions of t-girl boning, and gushing about how good it is. Feel free to skip it if that doesn't appeal to you.

Before surgery, I did not enjoy sex. I liked being intimate with people, but the actual sex part felt shitty. For some reason, I wasn't expecting this to change, but that was pretty silly of me. Even when I was giving oral or receiving anal, my dick was a constant presence, and made it hard to enjoy myself. Post bottom surgery, all forms of sex have been more fun, even when my genitals aren't involved.

One of the first times I had sex post-op was with my long distance girlfriend who came to visit. I was having some issues that were making penetration difficult, so we just made out and frotted. Feeling her dick rubbing between my pussy lips, slowly getting more and more slick as my juices overflowed and our genitals became a warm pool of pleasure. Amazing. 10 out of 10.

Your sensations come back slowly (I'm still getting sensation back), and even still, 5 month post-op, I could enjoy being eaten out. The heat of her breath rolling over my pussy, landing on my clit. The soft pressure of her tongue. The wetness growing up on over my labia. The sensation of a finger being slipped into me, and the rush when she hit my g-spot. Again, 10 out of 10.

It took about a year before I could start feeling things other than pressure inside the vaginal canal. The first time I could actually feel a dick slide in and out of me was mind-blowing. Not just a feeling of fullness, but skin on skin, rubbing inside of me. Holy hot damn. And when she came inside me? Feeling each throb of her cock? The sudden burst of warmth? The cum spilling out of me as she pulled away? I'm getting flustered just thinking about it.

About a week later, I had the first time experience of having an internal vibrator in my pussy going crazy —feeling every shake and tremble — while a woman gently held my head over the edge of a bed and throat-fucked me. A few months after that, I got to experience one woman delicately playing with my insides while another devoured my tits. I've made out with a girl for hours, and then been wet enough on my own that she could fuck me without any extra lube.

Having a pussy is fucking amazing. Bottom surgery made those things possible for me. I'm so happy I get to live the rest of my life with my pussy.

AND it keeps getting better. I'm still getting sensation back, and I'm more than 2 years out. My friends who got the surgery before me say they're still getting new sensations after 4 years. I would have been happy with my sensations at 5 months, so 4 years of extra sensitisation is nuts.

It's more than just sex, though. It was easy to say I didn't mind my dick while I was forced to have it. I just got really good at ignoring it. But now, I'm more confident, my clothes fit better, I have more motivation to stay healthy, I don't have to worry about tucking, it's easier to feel beautiful, and I get to fuck like a maniac in the exact way I want to.

I wasn't sure I wanted bottom surgery when I signed up for the wait list. Immediately before getting it, I was unsure if it would make much of an impact on my life. Over two years post-op, I can say it has been almost as important to my sense of well-being as HRT or social transition. It feels like an honest to goodness miracle.