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Day 71.

Ding dong, the leak is dead!
Which old leak? The freak-y leak!
Ding dong, the wicked leak is deeeaad~!

I’m calling it. It’s been a full week without anything oozing from the serous fluid hole, meaning that FINALLY, after over 2 full months (since Day 5!!), the Leak’s ever-runny reign of terror is at an end!

I, for one, will not be mourning it.

Day 60.

Two months!! And Spot’s finally starting to heal up the fistulas that were causing me/my ego such damage by having to sit down at the toilet, lest I be peeing in 3 different directions at once.

NOW I only sit down if I’m in that big of a hurry and don’t want my boxers soaked. I’ll never harp on anyone for missing the bowl ever again; there really is a HEY NOW I’M OVER HERE factor to the stream.

Day 51.

To the Anon who wanted more front hole update pics: I came up against an unexpected obstacle while getting photos– that is, I’ve grown a whole bush of pubic fuzz in the month and a half I’ve been healing up. The basic shape of the hole is still a Y, but you can’t really tell from all the hair on top.

Still, hopefully these should hold you through until I get out my shaver. I made sure to try spreading what’s there, and was surprised at how much fun it seemed to be having that night. It’s still plenty active fluid-wise, even as my dong’s still waiting on erotic response. If anything, trying to wake up my dick seems to be getting more results with my hole than my phallus!

Day 48.

I think I have enough stitch scars to qualify my dick region as “totally metal.” What do you think?

Check out the tiny line on the bottom of the third pic. That’s where my catheter used to come out! All healed up, as of today. One less problem to worry about.

Speaking of problems, the fourth pic is a closeup of the inguinal incision where my serous fluid leak is still going. It’s so, so much weaker than it was when it started on Day 5, but it still decides to ooze sometimes at random. One day, I’ll be rid of you, serous fluid leak. ONE DAY… [shakes fist]

Day 45.

The fistulas haven’t healed yet, and I’ve been incontinent on and off. Had to start sitting down to use the toilet a couple days ago rather than soak my clothes every time I had to piss, which really brought me down, ‘cause… that is directly the opposite of why I got the surgery in the first place. Exactly what I did all this to NOT do.

Still, I got my first-ever blowjob tonight. (I was right to save it for my partner. Wouldn’t have traded it for anyone in San Francisco.) And I even had something *happen,* during– the very first little blip of funtimes sensation waking up on my dong. Just one. And it was gone. But it was finally, finally THERE. Meaning there’ll only be more where that came from.

Man. No matter how much I might try to complain, this journey just keeps throwing me curveballs.

Day 35.

First day of arm flexing exercises! I lost most of my range of motion in my left wrist after the phalloplasty, just due to how thick the resulting scar tissue ended up being. Which won’t happen to everyone, or even *most* folks, from what I understand– but be aware of this as one of the risks of using your forearm as a donor site! Lucky for me, I’m a righty.

I’m now taking hand therapy sessions twice a week to get that motion back. This is Day 1, and, uh… Baby steps, keep in mind. Baby steps.

Day 34.

Here’s how Spot’s underside has been chilling lately! Lots of scars knitting together by now, though as far as that bit of yellow skin under the urethra? Your guess is as good as mine. At least my surgeon wasn’t concerned.

Never let it be said I wouldn’t use my supper break time towards educating y’all. :3