V-Day + 53
By: Ginger Mcmurray
Tags: Gender Identity, Transitions, Transgender, Transformation, LGBTQ

Sorry for the delay 😄

It’s been quite a while since the last update. I’d like to blame it on life, or being busy, or being ill. But if I can’t be honest with a world full of strangers, what’s the point of a blog? 🤔

The truth is, it’s been a dearth of motivation coupled with great shows on Netflix and Hulu. 😄 If you’re looking for something to binge:

Netflix: Black Lightning, The Good Place, Orange is the New Black, and lots of comedy specials.

Hulu: Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, Black-ish, Cloak & Dagger, and pretty much anything from Marvel. Though I didn’t care for Agent Carter or the last season of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D..

I thought about opening my apps to check my history for more ideas. Then I decided it wasn’t worth the risk of saying “I can finish writing after I watch the last few episodes of Preacher. 😄

Enough rambling, on to the real reason you came here: progress, trials, and triumphs.

Progress

I’m up to the third dilator! It’s sometimes a wee bit too big to start out with. When that happens, I loosen up with #2 for ten minutes or so first.

Dr. Alan Dulin, who I greatly recommend, jumps from the blue on on that site to the orange one. There’s a purple one between that I’ll probably buy. It’ll ease the transition since there’s quite a size difference otherwise.

An interesting and in my opinion hilarious thing happened my first attempt at the blue one. It got stuck!

Turns out that it’s diameter was a wee bit larger than that of my vaginal opening. That created a vacuum! It took a lot of twisting and a little more lube to get it free. That was accompanied by a squooshing, popping sound as air and lubricant erupted.

See, I told you it was hilarious!

Trials

There haven’t been a lot anymore. I know exactly how to dilate now, so there’s no more unexpected pain. I’m back at my desk so collaborating with my team is vastly easier.

About the only thing I can think of is that taking long lunches means leaving work later. I used to skip lunch altogether. On the rare occasions that I ate, I’d grab something at the overpriced but convenient place on the first floor and take it back up to my desk. Now I’m leaving for about an hour, hour in a half in the middle of the day. Instead of getting out at 4:30 I leave around 5:30. Thankfully I recently moved a lot closer to work (15 minutes instead of 45) so I get in earlier, too.

Triumphs

I hear, read, and watch on YouTube a lot of trans women say that dilation is uncomfortable and non-sexual. In my experience that isn’t true all the time… which is awesome!

My second time orgasisming after surgery was right after dilation. My “hold it in hand” had been a little lax. That meant slippage followed by pressure to get it back to full depth. That meant a little of the old “in-and-out. Solo shtupping. Lawful carnal knowledge.” It took me just a few seconds of that to figure out that my future was so bright my little lady’s gotta wear shades.

I was more than fine and I know exactly where the money went. It was a powerful force. Some might even say simply irresistible

Yes, I mixed my song metaphors. Get over it. 😉

It went fast! It was powerful! It was expansive, by which I mean it wasn’t limited to the genitals like boygasms used to be. And it lasted quite a while, with quivering, jumpy aftershocks for at least thirty minutes.

I highly recommend it!

All in all, I give my experience a hardy “Woot!” Or for the older gamers amongst us, a shouted “Hoody ho!”