I remember perfectly the moment I woke from SRS - even though I was still coming round from the anesthetic - it felt just as it did in those rare dreams where it genuinely felt I had a vagina. But more than having a vagina, the greater joy was the feeling of lightness, of nothing between my legs - I didn't expect to notice it while still full of anesthetic and stuffed to the nines with bandages, pressure packing, drains and the like, but I did. It felt like I had been exorcised, that hell was gone forever, permanently, and could never, ever return. And typical of my urge to eke out a pun wherever possible I said:
"It takes balls to go through this surgery" :p