Author: ChinchillaMajor

Here’s the other star member of my phalloplasty crew, besides Dr. Crane’s surgeon team and my leg graft. I present the yin to my dong’s yang: the forearm donor site. I call it the Rubber Chicken Arm.

I’ll admit, even as a long-time body horror connoisseur, I was a little put off at first by having this sucker now be a permanent part of my arm. And yet, I’ve come to enjoy seeing it for the few minutes of every day that I change its gauze and dressings. It’s got its own sort of Addams Family charm I’ve always had a soft spot for, and I couldn’t’ve had my dong without it, after all.

When folks ask me about it, I tell them “I traded a wizard a pound of flesh for a bigger dick.” Which, y’know. Technically isn’t lying.

Day 13. First post-op doctor visit today, and it’s almost all good news! The discolored tissue I worried about is merely like a top layer of snakeskin that’s going to flake away to have healthy skin growing below within the next week or two.

There was only one patch of skin that died in the grafts, and it’s that little black mark up near the head. Meaning my junk’s official nickname is now “Spot.” I’m not even mad! Gives it some charm.

Check out all the bruises where I got my six or seven Heparin shots, though! I don’t care what anybody thinks– I’m glad they won’t be there forever, but I’m always appreciative of the aesthetic beauty of a good bruise.

Was putting some Medihoney on the two teeny spots I rubbed open Day 1 out of the hospital (by using dry toilet paper instead of baby wipes; don’t do that, folks), when I noticed: some of the stitches around the base of the head are already starting to dissolve! Keen-o!

With all the dick pics, there’s a couple more stars of my phallo procedure I’ve been leaving out: the left forearm, and the synthetic skin patch on my left leg. Couldn’t be enjoying having a dong right now if I didn’t have both these skin donor sites to thank. Let’s introduce one tonight, eh?

My left leg was used as the donor site to give my forearm back the skin used to make the new phallus. It’s a huge patch, almost the size of a sheet of notebook paper. One day, the dressing on top of it will fall off, and the whole rectangle will be a giant scab. Neat, huh?

First pic: Day of surgery. This is what I woke up from the procedure to find.

Second: Day 2 post-op.

Third: Day 5; last day in the hospital. It’s learned how to sweat.

Fourth: Day 7, aka This Thing Is Oozing Constantly, How Do I Even Sit Down Without Making Everything A Goopy Yellow-Tinged Disaster. (Answer: towels. Sitting on lots of towels.)

Fifth: Day 11. FINALLY, it’s all dried up. Now the only trouble is how itchy it is. Enough to not be able to get to sleep for a couple nights.

It’s getting better. Slowly.

Day 11 post-op. Getting a little concerned at the amount of discolored smooze both around the head and in the urethra, so I finally took a pic of the underside of the dong for once, and…

…I reaaally don’t think it’s supposed to look like that. Not that I’m at all an expert; that’s the scary part, that I have no idea. The skin bubbles, I can deal with; it’s the mystery crud in the crevices that has me worried.

No way to leave a message or contact the surgeon’s office until Monday. Wish me luck that nothing’s gone necrotic.

Bit of dried blood around the head yesterday and today, turned black after smearing some Medihoney on it. It may look infected, but it’s not. Just having a four-day-old penis’s version of a bad hair day.

Today I’ve been having a time with my very first surgery complication, from staples opening up in my sleep: a constant serous fluid leak at the side-base of the dong. Not dangerous (meaning nobody’ll bother stapling it back again), just super annoying, as it takes an adult diaper WITH towels scrunched in to stop everything around me from being soaked with bright pink. Until those soak through, too.

Not gonna lie: I’ve kinda given up on sleeping since the surgery. Those yellow marks on the bed were cold wet sticky patches from the giant synthetic scab graft on my leg, and they’d *just* dried before Lisa Frank Unicorn Blood went and soaked the other side.