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.
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