Finally, the day we had all been waiting for arrived - our wedding day! It had taken a long time to get to this point, with numerous background checks and scrutiny from the authorities. They had questioned the legitimacy of our marriage, wondering if it was a sham or a genuine union. But we had prepared well, and my new identification held up to scrutiny. With my documents in order and our love shining through, we passed the test and proved that our relationship was the real deal. We were free to exchange our vows and start our new life together, surrounded by Henry's loving family.
After the wedding, we proceeded with the traditional first night ritual, which wasn't a challenge for me since I had married a gay man. However, the anal sex was uncomfortable. This was part of the agreement Henry and I had made, and I was relieved to have fulfilled it. I was grateful to have maintained my virginity until marriage, and now, with Henry's insurance covering me, I could prepare for the next step. I told Henry's family that I needed to have my uterus removed due to medical complications, but in reality, I would be undergoing bottom surgery. This explanation satisfied their concerns, and they no longer pressured me about having children. Fortunately, Henry already had three kids, with the youngest being only two years old, who had lost her mother in a plane crash. I felt blessed to have inherited a loving child, and we could always adopt more in the future.
I thought our union was built on mutual understanding and trust, but trouble arose in our paradise. Henry's true intentions surfaced, revealing a shocking betrayal. Despite our agreement, he wanted to keep me as his own, denying my gender identity and refusing to support my transition. I had grown to love him, but his selfishness hurt me deeply. I felt like I had sacrificed so much for him, pretending to be his wife and saving him from scrutiny, but now he wouldn't return the favor. His refusal to help me get bottom surgery felt like a slap in the face, and we had a fierce argument about it. I couldn't believe he would deny me the chance to finally feel whole and authentic.
After a grueling month of back-and-forth debates, I finally emerged victorious, despite Henry's persistent disagreement. In a last-ditch effort to control me, he even tried to block me from his medical insurance. However, he quickly backed down when he realized that our marriage would be deemed fraudulent, putting us both at risk of arrest. Undeterred, I proceeded alone to the hospital, my heart racing with anticipation. I signed the necessary documents, and then they wheeled me into the theater. As I lay there, my heart pounding in my chest, I felt a mix of emotions: fear, excitement, and determination. This was it – the moment I would finally complete my transition and become my true self.