Snip Snip - Jupiter, FL

After many years of hating my pendulous woman “hood” I have finally decided to go through with labiaplasty and make that swinging vagina a Platinum Palace. I have been plagued by my vagina since around 17 years old and now at 33 am ready to conquer my fears and embarrassment. Hopefully, this procedure will allow me the sexually satisfying life I deserve and, also to wear many white bikinis and leggings, denuded of the camel toe.
I had my first appointment with Dana M. Goldberg, M.D. in November 2014 and have been anxious, nervous, excited and, every other emotion that causes slight delirium ever since. I felt great leaving her office and, confident she can snip me into the Barbie-esq tight pant wearing girl I’ve always wanted to be. The staff was extremely friendly and provided many photos and options of what my new fashion could be. I have request a flush surface; No more swaying… meat curtains.
My pre-op is February 21, 2015 and my stomach turned with excitement just scheduling the appointment. At this time, I will sign my old vagina away, receive tranquil prescriptions and, make payment in full, compliments of the boyfriend; He read somewhere online about a girl being so excited about her reconstructed [RS bleep] star labia she couldn’t wait to “ride her boyfriend’s face like a [RS bleep].” This got the boyfriend aroused and enthusiastic about the procedure. He has no complaints with the soon to be old version of myself but, with the idea of me smothering his face spread eagle like an Olympic gymnast, he jumped on board faster than I could swipe his credit card for a new pair of shoes.
I have chosen to do this “hanger” elimination under heavy narcotics in a twilight state since most of the pain seems to come 24 hours after the procedure; And it’s saves about $2000 on anesthesia which I can spend on everything tight and white. “Sayonara panty liners, granny panties, ruffled bikini bottoms, tunics, and everything else that hides the awfulness of the current state of pudenda for all to see.”
My procedure is March 12, 2015. I will be documenting and taking many photos, mostly of the after since I hate the right now, and posting as frequently as possible given my state during recovery. Let me apologize now for any spelling or grammar errors or, nonsense posted in reaction to the tranquil prescriptions.
My only advice at the moment is, “You are beautiful no matter how much your protruding labia slips out of a thong. But, if you want to have IT chopped off, go for it!”
-Less is more.

I'm 2 days away from elimination day. I don't feel nervous or anxious and, am looking forward to a few days away from the office.
My bag is packed with all sorts of fun supplies: granny panties, spray bottle, A&D, enough pain pills for a small horse, pads so big they could be used on a swiffer, inflatable donut (for driving?), earphones, socks, etc., you never know. I have stocked my kitchen as if the Apocalypse is coming, even though I am anticipating to be bored by Saturday and ready for a mani pedi and, The Hunt for the White Bikini.
I feel pretty positive, trying not to manifest any unnecessary emotional outburst but, what is weighing on me is the time I have to be out of the gym; Hopefully, no more than 1 week. I am a regular "gym rat" and not sure how I will fill the free time without feeling guilt or shame.
I will be posting pictures the morning before the procedure, after some careful and precise kitten pruning; The idea of before pictures grosses me out.
The morning of, I will hit the gym one last time, take the dogs to the park, give them a bath, and change the sheets. I have to take the funny pills one hour before my appointment; I should be feeling warm and fuzzy by the time I arrive and, if everything goes as planned be out of the office in 2 hours.
There isn't much else to report right now. I will do my best for my 2 followers to update with pictures and my creative feedback soon after the final cut!
...I wonder how long I'd have to refrain from working out after a much needed boob job?

This is my 3rd attempt. First interrupted by the dog. Then, my phone just took a [RS bleep]. This is my last time writing. I put a lot of effort into these update to be as informative and entertaining as possible but, now I'm frustrated so short and sweet it is. I felt nothing. Painless. Do not be afraid to do this awake. Master Dana keeps you as comfortable as possible while making works of art. No Frankenstein vagina here. I'm including two pre op pics and one post op. And one of the dog so you can get my full experience of recovery. Don't be scared, I've only been home for a few hours. I am starting to feel some burning but nothing the pain meds won't eliminate. I plan on mani pedicure Saturday and feel confident with my blow up donut, it will happen. Signing off before another interruption. But, I will leave you with this, I would do it again.