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I posted this link over on the Tranny News thread, but maybe it should have been here instead. It's a long, rambly piece from The Guardian about how a six foot four ogre with giant feet, shoulders and hands believes that shaving the odd millimetre from his skull will magically make the rest of the world believe he's a woman. The poor guy doesn't realise that what he's paid for is the 21st century equivalent of the comb-over, something that sort of vaguely looks OKish from one angle if you squint a bit. It's quite detailed on the surgical aspects, which begs the question what the fuck was the surgeon doing letting a reporter stand looking over his shoulder while he did this. But then I think of the photos of the surgeon standing shirtless next to two young women whose tits he's cut off, and I know what the answer is. It really is a special breed of surgeon that goes in for this work. How many other surgeons go to this much trouble to advertise their work. Do women who have had boob jobs discuss the relative merits of different clinics.
The little teeny tiny tools are what makes the piece for me. I look at the pictures of that massive guy and think, no. He could have gone for the Dremel. He could have gone for the Black and Decker. He could even have taken inspiration from Norm on the New Yankee Workshop. He might have got some visible results. But instead he chose to faff around with a tiny mallet and a tiny chisel. This is why we all look at those before and after pictures and struggle to see a difference. It's not done for the general public. It's done for the loony who will spend days staring at it with a mirror held just inches from his face. After all he's the sucker paying the bill.
He drew back her skin in either direction from her hairline until it gathered in folds on one side at the tip of her nose, and draped back across her crown on the other. With a tiny steel mallet and a chisel, Altman set to work carefully chipping away her brow bone, before filing it with a tiny drill bit. Then he stopped, and everyone in theatre craned in to see the difference.
When he was satisfied with the result, Altman changed his gloves and turned his attention to her forehead. The MRI on the lightbox showed Drake had a large sinus cavity with a thin wall; the challenge was to saw the bone down without perforating the sinus, and the best way to do this was to remove part of her forehead entirely. Altman drew a 5cm by 3cm rectangle on to her skull with marker pen. He sliced into it with another fine tool, then prised out the section of bone. He held it in his hand as he filed it back, turning a flat plane into a gentle curve. When he put it back in place, he pulled the skin over it, tilting his head to the side to check his work. Finally, the piece of forehead was fixed back in the skull with two 4mm titanium plates, which his trainee, Maini, secured using a tiny screwdriver. Drake’s skin was smoothed back for a last time. “Good,” Altman nodded.
The final procedures were on Drake’s brow and hairline. First, the brow was lifted and anchored by two stitches. Then Altman drew in a new hairline, a centimetre below Drake’s natural one, and sliced out the excess strip of skin. He fixed the hairline in place with a ladder of surgical staples at her temples and blue stitching along the top of her forehead, with a practised tilt of his wrist. Altman was right – I could see the difference there and then on the operating table. Drake’ protruding brow bone, which she had struck with the side of her index finger when she told me about the “poison” of testosterone, was gone.
The little teeny tiny tools are what makes the piece for me. I look at the pictures of that massive guy and think, no. He could have gone for the Dremel. He could have gone for the Black and Decker. He could even have taken inspiration from Norm on the New Yankee Workshop. He might have got some visible results. But instead he chose to faff around with a tiny mallet and a tiny chisel. This is why we all look at those before and after pictures and struggle to see a difference. It's not done for the general public. It's done for the loony who will spend days staring at it with a mirror held just inches from his face. After all he's the sucker paying the bill.