On a cliff at dawn in post op phalloplasty, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with post op phalloplasty,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “post op phalloplasty, post op phalloplasty, post op phalloplasty!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “post op phalloplasty” bliss.