Corinne's Sex Change

Tuesday 31 august. My last day before the operation... Anny and I went to breakfast, hoping to meet some other girls but there was no-one around. Wannee, a very cheerful and sweet lady, arrived at 10.00 and took us on foot to the clinic which was just two minutes away where we handed over our psychiatrist's recommendations. I had gone to a great deal of trouble to get mine and it was only when I arrived in Chonburi that I realised that I didn't need one because Dr. Suporn wisely considers anyone over the age of 40 to be old enough to make their own decisions. Then we were presented with a gift box, described by a grinning nurse as "our boyfriends", in which were 3 dildoes for dilation purposes. We chose our future breast sizes by trying different implants placed in a bra. I was advised to to take 375 cc. because I liked the 350 cc., since the placement under the muscle means they actually appear smaller. There was a choice of pert ones which stick out, or softer ones which are more like those of a 35 year old woman. Needless to say I took the pert ones ! I may be 48 but I want as gorgeous a pair as I can get ! Anny selected 400 cc. (greedy girl !).

In fact Dr. Suporn said I should take a larger, rather than a smaller breast because of my wide shoulders and the shape of my chest. We then had to lie with our legs spread so that the doctor could inspect the "raw material" of which Annie had too little and I had too much ! He told Anny that her operation would be difficult and she would have the vagina of an adolescent and that the colour of the interior would be whitish rather than pink because of having to stretch the skin but that he could probably give her 5-6 inches of vaginal depth. My dick, being big, would give me 6-7 inches and a natural pink colour but it was too thick which meant that my labia majora would be a bit too big for the first 6 months. I then asked if I could recheck the size of my implants as I was afraid that they might be too big, but 375 cc.seemed right. Incredible to think that I am going to have an impressive pair of tits tomorrow and that I am going to become a girl.

We checked into Aikchol Hospital at 12.00 and the first test was... the dreaded blood test ! I was feeling really squeamish so Anny came and held my hand which highly amused the nurses. We had a ECG, chest x-ray, weight and blood pressure measurement then were taken to our room, number 802 which was directly opposite the nurses' station. It was still early so we went to explore Chonburi but there was nothing to see. We sat in a park and I translated into French for Anny the booklet of instructions which we'd been given. We found an airconditioned shopping centre and wandered around. An exceedingly pretty Thai girl stopped us and said "You must be Corinne !" (I seem to be famous around here !). She introduced herself as Panita and said she too was going to be massaging my breasts after the operation (just how many of these gorgeous creatures are going to be massaging me then ? Things are looking increasingly interesting !). Back in the hospital we visited the two English girls in the next room. Helen, a good looking blonde, had a beautiful pink pussy even though she was only 7 days post op. I was quite flabbergasted and hoped that I might have one like that !

The entire floor of the hospital was reserved for Dr. Suporn's transsexual patients and at any one time there must have been a good 20 girls at different stages of recovery and from different countries and backgrounds. It was a happy environment where everyone visited everyone else and compared results. From this moment on we were in an all-female environment where virtually the only man we would see for the next week was the good doctor himself. I received a visit from the anaesthetist, Dr. Dilaka, who is an extremely pretty lady. It would be a pleasure to have her put me to sleep ! Then we ate our supper, I shaved my groin and had to suffer the humiliation and discomfort of an enema. Ghastly. The nurse who did this then put the razor to my private parts to make sure all was totally smooth. A little disconcerting...but Anny was highly amused. Then I went to bed and slept surprisingly peacefully considering what was to happen tomorrow.

Here I am on the balcony of our hospital room waiting for them to come and take me to the operating theatre. I'm wearing the very pretty reddish pink hospital pyjamas we were kindly provided with... complete with an "F" emblem on the front. This is the colour for all the female patients while the men wear black. In the background is the Gulf of Siam. Not bad for a hospital room view eh ? Anyone can read the happiness on my face.

I may have had no doubts about what I was about to have done but I was, however, pretty scared about undergoing an 8+ hour operation. At 06.30, after an excellent sleep, I had to take a pre-op shower with betadine soap, put on some clean pyjamas and wait until 07.30. Anny gave me a big hug and I climbed onto the trolley. They said Anny could accompany me as far as the operating theatre, then I was on my own. I noticed the schedule board on the wall "Miss Corinne - srs and am" (sex reassignment and augmentation mammoplasty... sex change and tits for the benefit of the uneducated). They fixed a bracelet with my name on my wrist then wheeled me into the operating theatre where the nurses prepared me, putting my feet in stirrups and wrapping bandages around my legs to prevent risks of phlebitis, connecting me to all sorts of electrical paraphernalia and strapping me down to prevent me falling off the table... or was it to stop me escaping if I had a last-minute change of heart ? Then I lay there and waited and waited and waited. They tried to put me at ease but they didn't speak English. I asked for a magazine to read but there weren't any. I examined the smoke detector in the ceiling directly above my head much as one examines the ceiling while the dentist is furiously drilling one's teeth away.

Then the cute anaesthetist came in and chatted me up until Dr. Suporn arrived at 08.30. He marked around my breasts with a pen then I just drifted off to sleep looking into the eyes of my favourite anaesthetist !

........................................................At 16.30 I was brought back to my room where Anny was waiting. I was completely spaced out and not really aware of what was going on. Anny phoned her sister in Switzerland who sent an e-mail to my two sisters in England and the USA as well as my boss to say that I was ok. The only pain I felt was in my left calf muscle which apparently had cramped due to my having my legs in gynaecological stirrups for 7 hours ( the breasts having taken an hour). My right foot was numb for the same reason. I told Anny I was really happy to be a girl at last then floated off to sleep with the morphine.

Panita, the pretty nurse, slept on the sofa in our room. It's standard policy that one of Dr. Suporn's staff spend the first night after the operation in the room of each patient in case they need help in the night. This is typical of the incredibly high standard of care we received. I proposed to Panita that she come and cuddle me instead of staying on the sofa but, alas, she turned me down...

Thursday 2 september. I slept most of the day. Dr. Suporn came in to say that everything had gone really well and I found a bouquet of flowers from him ! I managed to eat a few spoonfuls of soup. My new tits are absolutely enormous and the skin is so tightly stretched I'm afraid they might explode.They are a bit painful. I don't feel any pain between my legs whatsoever. By the late evening I was sufficiently conscious to take the piss out of Anny who was undergoing the administrations of the nurse with the razor and the enema equipment. I had heard that people who have a limb amputated continue to feel that the limb is still there. That night I dreamed I still had my dick and woke up in a panic, thinking that I would have to go through a second operation. I could actually feel an erection !

Friday 3 september. Today was Anny's turn ! She left at 07.30 and returned at 16.00, waking up surprisingly fast. In fact I received a phone call from her from the recovery room "Urgh.. urgh.. it... it's me... I'm on my way up !" I had the plasters removed which were covering the cuts in my armpits through which the silicone prostheses were passed. They are really small and clean. Dr. Suporn came in to say that my operation had been a success, and Anny's too. I slept on and off all day, very weak but sent a message via Wannee to my sisters to say all was well. I had completely lost my appetite during this period.

Saturday 4 september. I had slept really well, and in the morning I had the restricting bandages removed from my tits which were... enormous ! But I was delighted because they had exactly the same shape and size as the ones I had admired in the photos on Dr. Suporn's website. Rounded and pert. They started to hurt a little from time with needle pricks around the outer edge depending on one's position.

Anny slept on and off all day.

We are eating soups of different kinds which make me feel queasy and I have little appetite. I think I've lost 2 to 3 kilos already. They keep exhorting me to drink more water but I can't. I'm the sort of person who can spend all day climbing a mountain and drink just half a litre of water. I had a rather sleepless night because of breast pain. I still have no pain between my legs strangely enough.