Chapter #3The Schaffhauser Clinic by: BeeJay   There are a few differences between the medical systems of America and Europe. For one thing, when I called the Schaffhauser Clinic the next day, I was able to get in as soon as I could get from my hotel to the clinic. For another, Dr. Schaffhauser saw me right away. After confirming that I was visiting from America, he asked, "What can I do for you?"
I nodded once, and said, "I would like to have a penis."
He nodded. "I have heard about the difficulties trans people are facing in your country. Rest assured, we can perform your confirmation surgery here."
"No, no. I don't want a sex change; I just want a penis."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh. Well, that will certainly streamline the proceedings." He set down my papers. "I should forewarn you that, as yet, we have no way to create the testicles. The penis will function like a normal organ within hours, but you would never produce sperm. I am sorry if this changes your mind."
"No, not at all. Maybe one day, I could see having children as something I wish to do, but not today. Making baby batter would be a bonus, but not why I want to do this."
He smiled. "Sehr gut. Are you available this afternoon?"
"I take it this is for further consultation?"
"No, this is for the procedure."
The differences again. "Yes, I'm quite free."
"Excellent. Come back at 4:00, and we'll do it."
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When I returned, the process was well and truly streamlined. My time in the waiting room was spent picking out what was to be my penis. I chuckled that I was selecting a sex organ the same way I chose my hairstyle at the salon back home. I chose one that was 20.3 centimeters long, or 8 inches in the American system of measurement; big, but not ostentatiously so.
Once I made my selection, I was brought to the operating room. The nurse sedated me, assuring me that I would wake up in an hour.
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When I opened my eyes, Dr. Schaffhauser was right there. "I trust you enjoyed your sleep?"
"It was nice," I replied. "How long until the bandages come off?"
"There are no bandages. The procedure is complete. You will need to wait a few hours before attempting sexual intercourse; however, you should require no further medical supervision." With that, he left.
I lifted the sheet, and saw the organ, looking as if I had been born with it. "Hello," I said to it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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