Recently, I was contemplating different options for altering my body, and I had a brief and intense vision of my post-operation chest. I could see the scars, and with that vision came a moment of knowing--not desiring or wondering-that I was going to have chest surgery, that I was seeing my own post-op chest.

I have an attachment to my breasts. It isn't about liking them; rather, it is that they are part of my body, and I've had them for 8-9 years now. The other part of that attachment is my feelings about my size. I am hesitant to lose any flesh, even flesh that seems superfluous. I both love and hate feeling like a child.

Often I think that my ideal set of body mods would be more testosterone, followed by surgery to cut the ligament holding my clit/dick (more length) and a chest reduction. There a few problems standing in my way, mostly that I can never settle on anything. I've never regretted taking T for four months, and I love the leg hair and happy trail acquired.

Oh yeah, and I love Norm, and miss him.

Note to self: Dr. Perry Johnson in Omaha, NE.