After the ties were released, and the final
bandages were removed, I asked a nurse for a
mirror. Did I really want to see what I now looked
like? Was I going to be some sort of grotesque collection of male and female parts?
I swallowed the
lump away, and raised the mirror to eye level,
and took a long look. Again, I nearly fainted once
more. The image I saw could have been a twin of
my mother when she was young. The hair, the
eyes, lips and cheek bones were now identical to
her. It was if they had taken a picture of her, and
then painted her image on my face. But I was in
for more surprises. My body now looked like
nothing I could have imagined.