| Every Happy Ending Needs To Have A Start You might think the start was back in the days I first decided I could wait no longer to live the life I had always dreamed of. The happy ending might appear to be the surgery itself. As I got closer to the surgery date I realized that the SRS was really the start for me. The happy ending would be living my life seamlessly in this world. That meant having no forethought of being transsexual in my daily activities and having no one question my status as a woman. Two days after my hair affair I found myself loading up my car with all my necessities for the next two weeks in Montr�al. I really wanted to drive there myself because I figured it would be an emotional trip. Some people had offered to go with me, but I had a desire to go it alone. I had everything already packed and ready. All I needed to do was load and go. So on Thursday, the 27th of March 2003, I set out for the greatest adventure of my life at about 11:00 am. Mapquest set the trip at about 5-1/2 hours. I figured I would take my time and get to the residence just in time for dinner. There's only one problem when I get in a car, my foot over the accelerator always seems to be in a hurry. I stopped for a few more supplies along the way. I soon found myself cruising up the interstate to Montr�al on a cool and sunny day. I had my favorite music blaring as I sped toward my date with destiny. I had to stop to pee just before I reached the border. As I got out of the car I realized that the trip so far had not been very emotional. I felt happy and carefree. My concerns of sorting out my emotions as I drove seemed to be vanishing the closer I got to Canada. I crossed the border with ease. The woman at the border was quite nice. She asked me about my business in Canada. I smiled as I told her it was for medical purposes and that I was going to be there for two weeks. I felt proud of my intentions and gleemed as I started the last leg of my trip. Once I arrived in Qu�bec province I looked for another place to relieve my bladder. I was beginning to feel I had already adopted some rather feminine habits. When I went into the bathrooms at the rest area I was disappointed to see how disgusting they were. Every toilet in every stall I checked in the women's room had not been flushed. Yuck! I remembered reading some stories about other TS girls who felt the need to urinate standing up one last time before the surgery. I had been sitting down on the throne for many years and really had no desire to relive my manly mannerisms. Actually, I couldn't even remember the last time I stood to pee. I chuckled and thought about how this will be my last ceremonial pee standing up. How apropos! I guess there wouldn't be a better time to know why I so eagerly wanted to be rid of my vestigial manhood. I let it rip and got back on the road. I had been to Laval, just outside of Montr�al, on several occasions for some conferences. I basically remembered where I was as I found my way up to the residence in Saint-Eustache. The traffic was backed up as I got closer to the residence. I sat there in the traffic watching the sun set and thought about how close I was to the start of my new life. My right foot had not let me down on the trip: only 4-1/2 hours to Saint-Eustache! BACK NEXT |