6 months ago, I underwent a drastic transgender surgery which would ultimately transform me into a woman. I found an excellent deal for this surgery after finding a small 4 x 6 -inch flyer on the windowshield of my car in the Walmart parking lot after returning from a dreamy Sunday afternoon of walking the aisles and enjoying a hearty lunch in the snack bar.
I was overjoyed at the thought of making a rather impossible dream come true, and immediately called the doctor first thing Monday morning. He told me to stop by his office for a visual exam, which he performed later that day. I was so excited. The surgery that we agreed upon included: chiseling of facial bones for that high-cheekboned-feminine-look, major rhinoplasty (nose restructuring), laser hair removal for my back, breast implants and nipple shaping, tummy tuck, and of course removal of my manly organs and reshaping them into a set of lips. I cannot express how excited I was to have this surgery done, and at the one-time low-price of $999.00, a price he claimed is for preferred Walmart shoppers only.
Dr. Handcock scheduled my surgery immediately. Imagine my surprise when I showed up the next day to find that the surgery room was not inside his office, but rather in a makeshift surgery room made out of an old mobile home parked behind his office? I was so excited though that it did not matter. I could not wait to have my surgery performed. The doctor anesthetized me and got to work immediately. When I woke up, I was quite drowsy. I had no idea what had happened, but I did notice that I was wrapped up in bandages, head-to-toe, mummy style. I thought this was odd since not all of my body had been surgically altered, but the doctor assured me this was normal. He told me to keep the bandages on for 6 weeks, and to come back to his office in 3 weeks for a follow up appointment.
I'll cut to the chase... I showed up for my 3 week appointment, still bandaged up, and the doctor was nowhere in sight! His makeshift mobile home surgery room was gone - his office was bare to the walls - even his sign was gone from the front of the building. I was beginning to feel as though perhaps I had been taken for a fool. I went behind the building where I could have some privacy, and calmly and rationally unbandaged my body to see the results of my surgery. Looking at my body in the reflection of the back office window, I saw to my horror what had been done. It is too graphic to mention here, as impressionable young minds may be reading. But let me assure you, I have been purely mutilated by this doctor. Not only did he not perform the surgeries as promised in our spoken conversation, but he left some key areas of my male body intact while at the same time surgically attaching some female-looking organs. This caused me to go into a semi-psychotic episode in which I ran around the building screaming and crying histerically. It seemed like people were coming out of the woodwork to watch and point and laugh at me. I was, and am, so humiliated and embarrassed. And there is nothing I can do about it. The doctor has my money and has skipped town to hawg-no's-where. The physical pain and mental anguish this has, and is, caused and causing me cannot be expressed.
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