What a good boy...Chapter 1

“What a good boy.” Chapter 1?

Chapter 1?

“When I was born…they looked at me and said.”
“What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.”

………………..

And there’s more to the song and it really and it’s a really great tune actually and I’m a fan of The Bare-naked Ladies ever since I heard them when I was ten at a neighborhood dance at the boys and girl club.

Uhm… The Boys and Girls Clubs of Canada are kind of like little YMCA’s that are mixed with the boy scouts or the girl guides. I guess I’m only mentioning them because well the deserve mentioning but also I dunno if anyone reading this in the States or like Europe has them.

I guess I can’t stall this part much longer really, my therapist will want to read this next appointment so.

……………………… My name’s Tracy and that can be a guy’s name, heck it was my grand fathers name. I mean well you’ll get what I mean.

Okay I was listening to my tunes on my phone while I was biking home after playing hoops. And I saw this really, really pretty girl. And yeah like of course I stared. And then it happened, no heroics, nothing dramatic like that.

I wasn’t paying full attention around me and then…then the SUV driver drove literally over me and my bike and dragged…I can remember the hit, and being dragged was kind of like I was under the SUV like in hide and seek.

I guess what I mean is I remember being under it but not being dragged.

I remember people screaming and feeling really warm then the cool helicopter ambulance ride. Okay I know nothing about this should be cool but it was actually pretty cool.

I guess shock’s a wonderful thing.

Well to get through the parts I was unconscious for…I was mangled up pretty good, the bike and I and the SUV became one with the speed bump that was there and the end result was a lot of broke and perforated and torn up Tracy.

Including my guy stuff.

I can remember waking up and being groggy and all these tubes and stuff going on and there was a nurse there.

I moaned.

“Oh, you’re awake how do you feel Tracy.”

I tried to talk but way too dry. I’ve heard of being to dry to talk in like books and stuff but
This was my first experience with that. “Oh you must be parched I be right back.”

She left but was just go a second or two to but I could hear Mom and Dad outside and she came in with a doctor who looked at my machines while she got me to sip and some ice water with a straw from a cup.

He looked at me then. “Hello Tracy, I’m Dr. Walker how are you feeling?”

My voice in hoarse but I get out. “Like I’ve been run over.”

“Well that is what happened. How’s your breathing?”

“I’m breathing still so…pretty good?”

“No pain?”

“A little like I’ve had a bad cold.”

“You had a quite well damaged left lung there for awhile and it was touch and go there for awhile.”

“How long was I out?”

“Fifty seven hours.”

“Oh wow.”

“I’d like to discuss with you the other damages you’ve suffered and the choices we have but with your parents here if you feel up to that?”

“Already? So soon?”

“There’s things we have to do as soon as possible to get you healing as best we can.”

“You mean back to normal.”

“As best we can. I’ll go and see to your folks.”

That was so my first clue into things being wrong.

There was talking and stuff and my parents came in and my dad was the first thing that I noticed. He was tired looking and he was pale and his eyes had some redness there. My mother was crying but at the same time she had this look like she’d find a way through this as she clutched her laptop to her chest. Mom’s a sorta computer nerd/genius she troubleshoots for the government when she isn’t working for the CDOJ. (Canadian Dept. of Justice.)

Mom thinks there is a solution for everything. Usually hers, but Y’know that’s gotta be a girl thing.

They sit in the chairs near my bed and I look at them both. Then at mom who’ll just come out with things first in that rip off the band-aid ideology.

“Mom…just how bad is it?”

“It’s bad honey but we can fix it, make sure you have the best life you can have.”

“Best life?….what happened?”

The doctor’s looking at the chart to avoid looking me in the eyes and says. “The bike parts cut and tore up a major portion of your erectile tissue and testicles…one was removed and the rest…”

Mom looks at me. “I’m sorry Tracy, there’s too much damage…”

“Meaning what, I’m neutered.”

Mom looks at me then to the doctor. He’s says. “There is enough there that a really good surgeon in the SRS specialties could perform a vaginoplasty.”

“A…what?”

Mom looks at me. “You’d be a girl honey.”

“No.”

“Tracy, it’s the best option you are young enough that we can get you on the hormones and into the right treatment and…”

I hold up my hands and cut her off. I look at the doctor. “I’ll never have another option?”

“There are always options but for a functional chance at a sex life…this could be your best bet.”

“I still have one testicle right?”

“Yes.”

“And if I got the surgery?”

“Honestly I don’t know your full options there, I can put you in contact with the right people to talk to.”

“Could you?”

Mom’s like… “Tracy, this is the only way that you will have a decent chance at a normal life…I’ve researched the whole thing right here.” She’s holding the laptop and opening it to show me.

“I know mom, but just…no…don’t show me. I want to look at this all myself. If this is what’s going to happen and be the rest of my life I want it to be my decision.”

“But….But…”

“Leslie, Tracy’s fifteen he knows enough now to make this decision himself.” That’s my dad and he’s looking at me but holding her and |I swear I heard him use the male pronouns a little heavier like they might be the last time.

I smile at him and I look at the doctor. “I’d really appreciate those contacts as soon as you can.” I look at Mom. “I’m going to look at this, I just need to be by myself to do this.”

She sniffles. “I…I…know I just wanted to do what’s best for you Y’know.”

“I know and I love you for that.”

……………………………….....They both leave and the nurse gets me plugged in and onto the wireless and I have to get the Dr. to call IT services to give me access past the filter on the “Adult” stuff. Anything remotely close to getting rated with an A is flagged by these things.

I surf the sites she’s looked at and I do my own research. I’ve seen trannies and she-males online, that stuff’s everywhere but I’m looking at the closest thing to me. FTM’s see I really don’t feel it’s a choice. I don’t have that little woman hiding there in my soul like the MTF’s have. I don’t feel like I’m in the wrong body, it’s just this is my right body and it just got…damaged.

Being or identifying with FTM’s might be exactly what I need. The more I read on that and of SRS surgeries and stuff the more I’m convinced. So six hours of thinking, surfing, reading and four Jell-O cups and a nap later I’m sure what I’m going to do.

I use the call button and Nancy who’s bee my nurse all day comes in. “You okay honey, more Jell-O?”

“Two please the orange is really good. But tell the doctor and my parents that I made my choice.”

“Sure honey.”

I get my Jell-O before either show up. But the do show up. I cough.

“I suppose you all wonder why I called you all here.” I know it’s a old joke and a bad one but I couldn’t help myself.

Dad at least rolls his eyes.

“I’m getting the surgery, I want the full one the one where they do the colon tissue thing and stuff. I want it to be as real as it gets.”

Mom’s smiling and nodding.

I add in. “But, I’m not going on female hormones, I don’t want to be a girl, I’m getting the corrective surgery because I’m injured. I’ll be living as if I was a female to male transgendered person.”

Mom looks confused, not mad but confused. Mom thinks her solutions are best. No dick means girl. “But, Tracy it’d be your best chance at a normal life?”

“No mom, it’d be the appearance of normal, either choice I’m not normal. Heck before this I’m not normal, there’s no such thing as normal just conventional. This way at least I feel as I’ll always be myself and this is my choice.”

“But…”

“Mom…I know…and trust me afterwards we’ll still have that in common more than we had.”

“Tracy…”

“That’s my choice Mom….”

“Okay…Dad…?”

“Yes son? I can still call you son right?”

“Sure, I’d be pissed if that changed. Look there’s transgendered parents that still get Mommy or Daddy by their kids I just still want to be me.”

“Okay son, we’ll get through this, we will.”

………………………………...........................and that’s it so far. I’m going under the knife tomorrow and I need my sleep so wish me luck okay?

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