(WARNING: LONG story ahead...)
I recently changed from "pretty sure I want it" to "completely sure I want it," and here's the story of why.
I've wanted SRS since I started experiencing dysphoria at age 13/14. Erections REALLY bothered me back then, and I was so jealous that girls didn't have to get them, and I spent a LOT of time imagining what it would be like if I could just have a flat crotch like them, not have to put up with this uncomfortable male anatomy constantly moving around, constantly being a distracting bother to me.
But after 2 years of HRT, in the early stages of SRS planning, I was starting to question my motives. Because thanks to HRT, most of the aspects of my genital dysphoria that I hated so much before were now gone. No more spontaneous erections, things didn't move around so much anymore because it's shrunk to the point where it's barely a bother anymore, and most importantly of all, I actually started enjoying my intimate life for the first time ever, because without testosterone driving it anymore, I finally felt like I was in control. And therefore I didn't channel the same amount of hatred into that body part somehow "controlling me" like it used to.
So as I was planning SRS, as I was sending e-mails out to Dr. Chettawut asking for a price quote and a tentative date, as my mom was taking a loan for me to help pay off one of my credit cards specifically so that I could afford it, as she was rescheduling her summer classes so that she could come to Thailand with me, I was starting to have doubts. My dad is rejecting, so I know he'll NEVER accept it, so I started wondering if it was really worth dealing with that. I started having these panic moments when I woke up every morning where I realized that it was REAL, and I had some minor freakouts about that. And I started asking myself, is it really worth it? Does it really bother me that much that it's worth spending that much money, dealing with that much pain, that much upkeep and recovery, just to correct a body part that really doesn't cause me the same distress as it used to? Am I getting SRS because I really want it, or just because I'm following through on my high-school mindset without really understanding how much of that was actually genital dysphoria?
What finally made me 100% convicted on it was talking with my therapist about it. She helped me sort through EVERY single one of the reasons why I did want it and every reason why I was scared of it.
As it turns out, the reasons why I did want it were all based on tangible real-world things. First of all, the fact that I'm bisexual and yet wouldn't feel comfortable dating a guy right now because I simply don't get the least bit of pleasure out of butt play. And the fact that I actually have been in a relationship with a girl before, and during the ENTIRE time that we were together I was experiencing pleasure by proxy, basically my entire sexual experience was imagining what she was feeling and wishing I could have those same genitals. My doubts were all things like "what would Dad think?" "Am I somehow not "female enough" for it?" "Will I be an inadequate vagina-haver that nobody would accept as a woman anyway?" "How can I be completely 100% sure that this really is dysphoria and not just a sexual fetish?" And anxiety-based fears of that nature.
The one genuine doubt I had was that maybe if I'd experienced penetrative sex, (I never did,) it would be so amazing that I wouldn't want to give it up. I was also worried that maybe the problem was that I'd only been intimate with someone pre-transition, that maybe now post-transition I wouldn't feel that same aching desire to have a vulva. (And it's important to confront these doubts, if there's any real "maybe I don't really need it" ones that pop up.) So I decided to confront that doubt head-on, and do an experiment to simulate the feeling of penetration. While I was doing that experiment, halfway through, I realized "wait a minute, am I supposed to be imagining that I'm doing this to a girl? Is that mental fantasy of sticking this body part into a woman supposed to be pleasurable? It's not doing that for me, it just feels kind of... weird. Like, odd, not really sexy. I'm only able to get any enjoyment out of this by just ignoring the physical act and focusing on the sensations themselves. I'm still imagining that I'm rubbing my own hypothetical clit while I'm doing this, not that I'm sticking a penis into things."
I did some internet searches and realized, this isn't normal. Guys really do imagine screwing things, and having sexual things done to their male body and male anatomy, and imagining themselves doing sexual things to women, as a means of getting off. THAT is attraction for them. And I realized, I've NEVER felt that same feeling. I always have to mentally either ignore my anatomy completely, or mentally transport myself into a female body, before I can feel any sort of gratification from sexual things.
The very next day I read about something called Unified Transgender Theory, specifically this article on cross-gender arousal (
http://transcendmovement.com/unified-transgender-theory-cross-gender-arousal/ ), and I realized, it really is true, I've never ONCE in my entire life had a sexual fantasy involving the actual organs that I have. EVERY single time I'm having sexual thoughts, or imagining what would feel arousing to me, it's ALWAYS one where I have a vulva. Imagining doing things, or having things done to me, with my current anatomy does absolutely nothing for me. It's not the least bit attractive.
That killed any doubt that I was having.
Because I realized how much this is impacting my intimate life. I couldn't fully enjoy cuddling, touching, or ANYTHING intimate with my ex, because the entire time I was dealing with the obnoxious feeling that my genitals were constantly getting in the way, and during any sexual act I had to mentally transport myself into a female body before it became arousing. How much of an improvement would it be to my romantic life if I didn't have to do that anymore? If I didn't have to transport myself into another body first, if I could actually enjoy the things that were being done to MY body, and want those things, rather than constantly imagining that those things are happening to someone else's body, a hypothetical fictional body that only exists in my mind?
My doubts have been completely erased because of this.
Because I realized, I'm never going to have a normal intimate life until after SRS.