Can I have some Brown Sugar for my Damper? Chapter 2.

Chapter 2

God things came around so fast instead of going someplace else to get myself sorted out I made appointments with different places here in town. Alright I’m a bit vain I guess and I decided that if I’m really going to do this and everything that I was Really going to do this.

So it was me going under the knife and spending more cash than I wanted to. Boobjob, I was sort of always intending to just go with what god and the blessed hormones gave me but honestly I was looking to make an impression. So between what I had grown myself and the good doctors I got myself a set of big full breasts. A set of 36DD’s actually. That was the easy part actually and I even shelled out for this skin grafting thing now that really hides the scars. I can only tell where they are because I know but my doctor said it’d require a medical professional to notice them.

The rest was the hardest. I’ve a nice voice anyway a light spoken buy the hormones and my transition left me with a decent contralto voice even if I can’t sing. But the hardest was the stuff for my face. I wanted a nice smile so I got my dental work all done and fixed and up to date and then porcelain veneers.

That was a nightmare because I really hate going to the dentist. But I was lucky and was knocked out the whole time. I had a chin implant put in. As a guy I had a shallow weak chin, it wasn’t that bad really it had just not really been manly. It didn’t look to bad when I started my transition but I’d always wanted that really female oval face and to go with that I got a nose job.

I’m not raving drool over beauty. But I’ve got a natural looking female jaw line now and it sort of pulled stuff into place sort of so where I had sort of those big dimples that go with the weak chin look they’re now rather nice cheekbones or rather since I’ve never really looked like this rather female cheekbones. I’ve got a cute female button of a nose and on a whole I sort of look like a bit plainer version of Renee Zellweger. My hair’s longer and I’m not all squinty eyed like she seems to be half of the time.

Oh and I’m blonder too, more of a honey blonde with a few “Natural” silver highlights. I’m not going to dye it either.

I did shell out a good deal of money though on my glasses. I need and wear glasses to see while reading and for work but I wanted something new so I bought six pairs of varying designs so I could go from work and looking serious to maybe looking cute and sexy.

I researched Brisbane while I was in recovery and I’m more than a bit daunted by the whole thing. I’ve heard of it but I mean what I know about the place really was sweet f-all and it was really kind of stunning to find out that this city was that big a deal.

I had no idea that nearly two million people lived there. Wikipedia was a good starting point actually I mean I know, it’s full of BS but there’s lots of stuff to learn at the same time and all these things you can look up. Like there’s a significant Chinese population there, enough that they have a real Chinatown.

That’ll be good, I loved Montreal but the food here is French, then Italian, then Middle Eastern and Jewish in about an equal mix and then the rest. I had really good Chinese in Toronto once on a union thing there and well I’m figuring being on the Pacific and all they’re a heck of a lot closer so they should have better Chinese.

But there’s South African there which is sort of Dutch? And Spanish and like a whole bunch of people from the UK there so I’m moving to a bigger sort of melting pot than I’m used to and I buy a bunch of language books to study and learn. It might be nice to be able to say more than happy New Year to someone in Chinese and more than Ola in Spanish. Besides it might help me with my patients once I get working.

I speak Canadian…yes it’s called English and that’s wrong in my book. To me English people should be the ones who get to say they speak English. The rest of us just speak dialects of it.

Of course I speak French, both text book you need this to work in a provincial hospital French and of course Montrealer. Yes another dialect. I’m from New Brunswick, the next province east of Quebec and we don’t speak Quebec French, Montreal people don’t speak Quebec French.

Montrealer you get swore at in English sort of and the odd filthy word of Arabic or Farsi thrown in and flipped off with a Jewish or Italian hand gesture and it’s all finished with a loud “T’bernacle!”

I know some other stuff like a bit of ASL sign language and A bit of German from high school but that’s about it.

I guess I’ve been talking so much about Montreal because I left it…

…………………….. Vancouver, British Columbia.

I really hate to say it because the west coasters are a bit smug about how nice it is out there and I have to say unfortunately they’re right. I went out because it’s my best connections to get to Australia and the far eastern countries and to recover from my surgeries and even actually do a few things.

It is lovely here just looking out at the Pacific and then over to the mountains and all that forest.

I did some shopping, some clothes but a bunch of native art and stuff that’s be a different kind of unique over there. I do buy one of those great tasseled buckskin jackets for myself.

I saw Victoria Island and took lots of picture of the gardens and the parks and just spent a week seeing the sights and shipped off the stuff I had bought there and left Canada for Hong Kong.

………………………. Hong Kong.

I got lost within ten minutes and hadn’t even gotten out of the airport. The sheer crush of people actually sort of freaked me out. There’s not a lot too tell really, I was finally rescued by my tour group and we seen the sights. A few temples that I actually liked being at even though with so many people and the joss sticks of incense the smoke was nice smelling but intense at times. I’m not sure of the temples name but there’s a picture or ten of me with this thirty some odd foot Buddha.

I went to this big zoo and we got to see a whole lot of animals but I did love the pandas and got to feed them some bamboo. My favorites though were these tiger cubs there and I was really lucky and got some nice pictures and the woman there even took one of me with a cub on my lap. The cub might have been still young but she weighed thirty pounds easy.

We got to eat at a lot of places and even went to the night market I had scorpion on a stick and seahorse there and had yam ice cream. Honestly the ice cream was the oddest thing to me.

And again…I shopped. If I’m really going to be me did you thing I wouldn’t get some of the local fashions. I got some nice Chinese dresses even to wear in fun but the malls there had cutting edge nice stuff that wouldn’t hit home at all maybe.

$2300.00 odd dollars damage to my MasterCard.

I was only there three days! With everything else I figure I spent a thousand dollars a day.

Honestly I don’t care either. I can well imagine that I’ll likely never do this again so…f-it, life’s too damned short.

…………………………..Japan.

I’m going back to Japan, I have to.

Hong Kong prepared me for the press of people as I hooked up with my tour company. It took a week and I actually spent less per day than in Hong Kong.

The shopping was good but expensive. The food was good and so were the tours but the thing that I liked about Japan, about Tokyo was there’s this TG sort of ambiguousness in the pop culture and the street culture and I had gotten clocked/found out but also hit on three times while I was there and the tour guide Daniel told me.

“They’re a bit more easy going with these things here in Tokyo. The rest of Japan it varied but it’s a lot less than some other places.”

“So I’m not really seen as a freak here?”

“No, it’s not see as the mental issue here it’s more of a medical thing here, they had a T-Lady run for office her openly even.”

“Haven’t seen that home yet.? But I’m still surprised that they are that uhm... Friendly?”

He laughed. “Morgan it’s not that you’re transgendered?”

“It’s not?”

“No more likely it’s because you’re blonde with big breasts, both are quite the thing over here.”

“Really?”

“Yes and I happen to be an avid fan myself.”

Daniel kissed me and it wasn’t the first kiss I’ve ever had with a guy but it was the best. And my last night in Tokyo I didn’t spend time in my hotel room but in his small apartment but on his very nice but odd Japanese bed.

Daniel wasn’t big, he was well educated, clean shaven, well spoken and sort of just right at five eight and maybe a hundred and seventy pounds. He was uncut and he was my first man, living man I’ve even been in front of naked.

He was the first man I’ve ever been with and I’m still not sure how to feel about it. The ex used a toy on me for a long time but Daniel was flesh and bone (Snicker.) It was a one night stand really with a nice breakfast afterwards and he even took me to the airport.

I’ll say this, he was nice to me.

And that was very nice for a change.

I liked the city, I want to see more of it someday, more of Japan…sigh.

……………………………………..Brisbane.

It was a long flight but when they announced our approach I couldn’t help but to look out the window down at this way bigger that in my head city. The bridges the highways and all of it was so much the same yet so different.

I’m scared and part of me is hurting because as much as this is where I’m going to start my new life, it where my brother died.

He loved it here.

I want to love it here.

I need this, I really need this.