Sins of the Rebels (Lush Trans Series #1)

Chapter 62

It was the best decision that the doctors and I made. Assessed by competent psychiatrists, psychologists, and the surgical team, every step of the way was carefully planned and supported. I wasn't making this decision on a whim. This was a choice that had been two years in the making, filled with contemplation, struggles, and growth.

My family has supported me throughout this journey, and their encouragement made a big difference.

The process wasn't easy. There were evaluations, tests, long discussions about what it meant, both physically and emotionally. But through every conversation, I grew more certain that this was right for me. I could feel the weight lifting from my shoulders with each session, each meeting.

It was like the last pieces of a puzzle falling into place. The assurance that I wasn't alone in this— that I had a team of professionals who understood me and my journey— was a source of strength.

The decision to go through with it wasn't just about changing my body, it was about reclaiming myself. It was about finally becoming the woman I knew I was meant to be. I trusted in the expertise of the team, their knowledge and care. This was more than a surgery, it was the final step in a long path of self-discovery and acceptance.

Now, with the green light from all the professionals involved, I felt ready. Ready to face the next chapter of my life. I wasn't just going through the motions— I was transforming, and this transformation was not just external. It was a complete realignment of my body, mind, and soul.

And for the first time, I felt whole.

It was carried out over nearly six weeks in the hospital, and during that time, I was treated like any other woman undergoing surgery in a female ward. The nurses, doctors, and staff were compassionate and respectful, and their care made all the difference in my healing process.

At first, I felt a mix of excitement and fear, but the more I settled into the routine of the hospital, the more I realized how much I had longed for this. It wasn't just the physical transformation, but the way I was treated that truly helped me feel at home in my own skin.

The female ward was a new environment for me, and I was surrounded by women of all ages and backgrounds. It felt different from the world I had known before, but in a way, it felt natural.

There was an unspoken solidarity among the women, a quiet understanding, as though we all shared something deeply personal— something that bound us together.

I wasn't just another patient. I was a woman— finally, completely, and fully. The transition wasn't just in my body, it was in my interactions, my space, and the way I felt in my own existence. There were moments of quiet reflection, where I would look in the mirror and think, this is me now— and it felt right.

It wasn't without challenges, of course. There were physical pains, emotional hurdles, and the weight of the healing process, but I could see the future unfold before me. And every step, no matter how hard, led me to this place of belonging.

By the time the six weeks were up, I felt like a different person. The surgery had given me the body I'd always dreamed of, but the experience had given me something more valuable— confidence, peace, and the assurance that I was finally, truly living as myself.

When I woke up after the sedation, I was initially groggy, disoriented from the effects of the anesthesia. It took a few moments for the fog to clear and for me to realize where I was. The pain set in after about eight hours. It was sharp and intense at times, and I found myself needing morphine on a couple of occasions to manage the discomfort.