WHICH PROPELLED ME IRREVERSABLY TOWARD A MORE PERMANENT GIRLHOOD THAN I HAD EVER WANTED. AND MISS LOUISE AND MADEMOISELLE WORKED HAND-IN-GLOVE WITH MY MOTHER TO MAKE THE JOB COMPLETE.

THERE WERE THE FEMALE HORMONES PUT IN MY FOOD. THERE WAS THE PLASTIC SURGE ON WHO CREATED A PAIR OF REAL BREASTS FOR ME

OR ALMOST REAL, ANYWAY. AND THERE WAS THE YEAR OF PAINSTAKING AND PAINFUL ELECTROLYSIS WHICH SUCCEEDED IN REMOVING ALL THE MALE HAIR-GROWTH FROM MY BODY AND FACE,

EVEN IN THE ARMPITS.

AND FINALLY, ALMOST INEVITABLY, THERE WAS THE TRIP TO CASABLANCA ON MY TWENTIETH BIRTHDAY. I WAS SENT TO A LITTLE HOSPITAL RUN BY A DR. GEORGES BOROU, WHO WAS THE WORLD FAMOUS GYNECOLOGIST AND PLASTIC SURGEON WHO HAD INVENTED THE MOST EFFECTIVE SEX-CHANGE OPERATION OF THEM ALL IN THE EARLY 1960s.

IN THE SHORT SPACE OF NINETY MINUTES ON THE OPERATING TABLE, DR. BOROU REMOVED MY TESTICLES, DISSECTED MY PENIS, CREATED AN ARTIFICIAL VAGINA LINED WITH THE FLESH

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FROM THE DESTROYED PENIS, REROUTED THE URETER AND URETHRA TO SITE APPROXIMATING THAT OF A WOMAN'S, AND CREATED REALISTIC VULVA LIPS AROUND THE WHOLE AFFAIR.

1 CAME HOME TO MY MOTHER, FOUR WEEKS LATER, AS A WOMAN! SHE WAS THRILLED TO WE WERE BOTH DEATH, OF COURSE, AS WAS 1. INSANE, LIVING THIS LIE OUT TO THE BITTER END, BUT I CAME BACK TO MY SENSES AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I WAS FIFTEEN WHEN MADE A HORRIFYING DISCOVERY ABOUT MY NEW STATUS IN LIFE.

SEX WASN'T ANY GOOD ANYMORE!

O

ORALLY,

NO MATTER HOW I TOOK IT ANALLY, OR IN MY NEWLY HEALED AND NEWLY FASHIONED VAGINA, I DIDN'T FEEL ANYTHING. NOTHING. A DULL ACHING VOID IN MY LIFE.

THE NEWLY REVISED BIRTH CERTIFICATE SAID WAS A WOMAN. MY DRIVER'S LICENSE CLAIMED I WAS FEMALE AND MY FIRST NAME WAS ROBERTA. I WAS SOCIALLY ACCEPTED AS A GIRL MAINLY BECAUSE NOBODY KNEW I HAD EVER BEEN A BOY.

BUT I WASN'T A WOMAN. AND SEX WAS

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