In Bizarre 144, we introduced you to Adrian, a gay man trapped inside a woman’s body. He’d had his uterus and breasts removed and was taking testosterone, but was desperate to make the complete transition from female to male – by having surgery to replace his vagina with a penis.

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He finally had the operation in Belgium two months ago, and is now well enough to tell Bizarre about his experience… and his tremendous new trouser snake!

Good willy hunting

“I’d been waiting to have my phalloplasty for such a long time that I wasn’t scared about it one bit – just excited. The day before the procedure, in which flesh was taken from my arm and thigh and transformed into a dick, doctors came to draw marker pen guidelines on my body showing where the various incisions would be made. It felt like Christmas!

“I was in agony when I came round after the 8-hour op, though, despite caring staff giving me anaesthetic injections. I wasn’t allowed to drink anything, so I was intensely thirsty too – I kept trying to suck the wet flannel when nurses washed my face!

Dick dastardly

“My first week of recovery was more painful than I’d anticipated. I could hardly move, and was glad I’d brought one of those grabbers used for picking up rubbish, so I could reach the telly remote – I watched a lot of Murder She Wrote, and old episodes of The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air!

“Two shallow skin grafts had been taken from the back of my thighs, and much deeper sections of meat had been cut from the front of my leg and my arm; I could see the bone under the surgical clingfilm.

My scrotal area hurt the most; two tubes coming out of it drained off excess blood, and I had two catheters fitted as well – one in my stomach to siphon off urine, and one in my penis to keep my new urethra open while it healed. My Johnson itself sat on its own little support pillow, and docs kept taking its temperature!

“Weeing on my own for the first time was the big test of whether everything had been successful. You can get a fistula – an abnormal hole or passageway that makes pee run into areas of the penis where it shouldn’t – or a blockage.

I couldn’t take a leak for ages, and was panicking. When I eventually did, it burned, but my wang worked fine; there was a tiny fistula at the bottom of it that dribbled urine for a little while, but that healed up without the need for stitches.

Ding dong merrily on high

“Now, my dong is divine and I couldn’t be happier with it! I don’t think people would notice there was anything unusual about it unless they were extremely close.

It’s a bit pale because the skin came from a part of the body that’s naturally lighter than your average willy, so I’m considering cosmetic tattooing to darken the head and add vein detail. I’m not sure fake tan’ll do the job – ha!

“I have big scars on my arms and legs, but I think they look interesting, and they’re part of my journey. I’m using intensive moisturisers and having physiotherapy to keep the scars supple; if the tissue gets too thick and tough it can restrict movement.

Pole dancing is helping keep my skin flexible to boot; I’m practicing ready to get my drag queen alter-ego Miss Lola Terry back on stage, although I’ve had to give some of my old dresses away because they’re overly revealing with my newborn bulge!

“I have another op booked in a year’s time to have silicone testicles and an erectile implant fitted. It’s a much less invasive procedure, although there’s a high risk of infection. It’ll feel indescribably fantastic to finally have the body I should’ve been born with, though, and so far everything’s been trouble free, touch wood. And I can touch wood now!”