Greetings!
I've been lurking here for a while, but after having benefited so much from the knowledge and wisdom of others on this forum, I thought that it was it's only fair that I give a little something back.
I've read a lot of this forum with interest, and I actually think that some of the people here need counselling more than surgery - and I include myself in that.
However, today I went to Tijuana for my procedure and here is my story!
Background
I'm a 40 year old British entrepreneur, vain as hell and always seeking perfection.
I have a good
Dick - nearly 8'
Erect, and smaller women often ask me not to put it in all the way and I've heard 'Ooh' that's a little too deep!' more than once.
Women have always complimented me on the appearance of my
Dick; I am black and was
Circumcised at birth, and when angry it looks smooth and chocolately with a great shape that women love touching.
I've even had ex-girlfriends who hate me get in touch for booty-calls just for me
Dick. One even said that she wished it was on someone who wasn't such an 'asshole'.
However, when I'm NOT aroused, my penis could sometimes shrink to just three or so inches, and it became very thin - not much thicker than my thumb. It looked plain stupid against my scrotum and big thighs and has always annoyed me.
Women are often amazed at how SMALL my
Dick packs up when not in use.
When I was a teenager, a girl once told me that it was probably useful that my
Dick got so small after sex. Useful?! HTF is that useful?!
The first time my current girlfriend - who loves my
Dick and says that we have the best sex she has ever had - saw me unaroused, she was amazed how small it was and spent about 30 minutes playing with it so that she could see it change in size.
My helmet doesn't change much in size, and so when the shaft shrunk down, it looked like I had a little mushroom thing dangling down there. I couldn't take it any more.
When in the shower at the gym, I hated the fact that it went so small, and sometimes resorted to motoring him up a little, just to make sure that people know that my
Dick is not always that small.
Once I was in hospital for an operation, and the nurse said:
'Oh, it's not true what they say about black men!'
I was super pissed-off. While they were out and I was waiting for the op, I was started wanking to get him up to size and when she came back she said:
'Wow. Where did that come from? You must have been nervous when you came in!'
In theory, this stuff shouldn't matter, but to me it did.
I decided that enough was enough, though, and so after a few emails to Dr
Casavantes' office, I headed off to San Diego to get this done.
I know a lot of you have researched this stuff for years and are going backwards and forwards on it, but it's not a dangerous procedure and it's cheap, so I didn't see the point in
Hanging around.
I've never considered
Hanging, pumping or anything like that - I'm a virgin when it comes to thinking about doing stuff to my penis. I wanted a permanent, relatively safe and reasonably priced procedure, and this was the one that seemed to make sense to me.
My first email to the office was to arrange an appointment and my fifth was to tell them that I was on my way.
On the Day
I was met at my hotel in San Diego by the very friendly driver that Dr C uses, and a Mexican driver whizzed me over the border to Tijuana, which took about 35 minutes.
On arrival, I went up to the 11th floor and went into the office.
There was no one at reception as Christian had popped out, but Wade saw me and stopped for a chat.
He is a great dude - definitely cares about the patients and his work, and we had a good conversation about my motivations and how popular the procedure is. I really enjoyed talking with him.
When Christian arrived and let me through into the waiting room, I filled out the paperwork while Wade popped in again to talk to me.
(NB: Christian hadn't replied to a couple of my emails until a few days ago, and so I hadn't been given the details for the bank transfer and had to run around like a maniac trying to get cash, which was a pain. Make sure that you get the money transferred at least a week in advance to avoid unnecessary hassle - chase the clinic if you have to, as they are not set-up for cards and won't accept Western Union.)
I explained to him that I was only interested in
Girth and that I would go with whatever he and Dr C recommended, irrespective of cost, but that I wanted my
Dick to still look as beautiful after as before.
Their advice was that there was no point spending the extra money on the Linnea Safe, and that the long track record with Metacril meant that they were confident with it.
Christian stood in the waiting room with a box of each (Metacril and Linnea Safe) in his hands and asked me which I wanted, and I said that I would just go with the doctor's recommendation - Metacril.
I explained to Wade that I didn't want to go any wider than my glans, and he was relieved.
'That's great,' he said, 'the doctor will be so happy that we have someone who wants to listen to our advice.'
I told him that I didn't want to talk CCs, concentrations or size - they were the experts and I just wanted the best possible
Dick, and ideally
Girth that matched my helmet.
He said that I was probably targeting 6'
Girth and that I'd probably need two rounds of 10% with some 30% in places.
'Sounds good to me,' I said.
He smiled.
It was game on.
On the Table
Once they were ready for me, Dr C's assistant (Ed, I believe) welcomed me into the room, got me to sign the consent form and then asked me to get changed into the medical gown.
When I had gone into the toilet to do that, he got me to lift the gown so that he could take some photos, and then gave me an antibiotic to take by mouth (Novoquin) and also gave me a shot of Cortisone in the arm to reduce swelling during the procedure.
Once I was settled, Ed called Dr C who came in, introduced himself and shook my hand.
He is a handsome guy, and looks pretty distinguished, just like a plastic surgeon should, with great arms and a winning smile. He inspired a lot of confidence.
He went to check my notes on his computer, and then Wade joined us and said that I was focusing on aesthetics and wasn't going crazy like some others and Dr C was obviously pleased.
'Give me as many CCs and whatever concentration you think is right. I just want it thicker, but just as beautiful!' I said.
'Great!' said Dr C as he snapped on his gloves and smiled. \"This is good.\"
The Procedure
Dr C and Wade are a great team; watching them work together, it was obvious that they have years of experience, and really, really care about their patients.
The procedure consists of them applying cold anaesthetic gel and then stretching and marking out lines on your penis, followed by shots of Lidocaine with a syringe in various places on your penis, before the application of the Metacril with a cannula in a syringe gun.
Although Wade was concerned about possible pain, after the first shot of Lidocaine, I didn't feel anything other than an occasional weird sensation when the Metacril went in, and the whole thing was less painful than getting a filling at the dentist.
Dr C injected the material and massaged it, while Wade checked for consistency and called out areas that he felt needed more attention, massaging out potential lumps and directing the doctor to certain spots.
I was lying on my back for the whole thing and certainly felt light-headed and a little tongue-tied at points, but we all had a great conversation while I was on the table, and I felt at ease through the whole thing, which lasted about 90 minutes.
It is the weirdest feeling to have your pumped-up
Dick knocking against your thighs and just
Hanging there like a beast. It felt great.
Dr C put 19cc of 10% and 30% in (I think that the 30 was used just for certain areas) and there were no complications or problems from what they could see.
'You have a very cooperative penis,' said Wade.
'That's what my girlfriend says!' I replied, and we all laughed while Dr C updated his notes and let me chill out.
I was very light-headed, and Ed took some after photos and gave me a drink and some food while Wade wrapped me and talked me through the aftercare and made sure that I was feeling OK.
I didn't have much swelling, which surprised them a little, and Wade said that there were no areas of concern and that I should just keep checking myself over, massaging and taking it easy.
I promised to do not very much for the next 48 hours, and then thanked them and the driver met me downstairs and drove me back to the hotel in San Diego. It took about two hours to get back as the queues were pretty long at immigration, but the US border staff were very friendly and whizzed us through after asking a few questions, including the inevitable: \"Why were you in Mexico?\"
Once there, I took my
Cialis, and then checked that everything was working OK after watching some new 'Public Agent' masterpieces on Youporn.
Then I had hearty meal and sat down to write this for you all!
Here are some pics, although I don't think that you can tell much at this stage.
Tonight I feel great, no pain or major swelling, and just a little bleeding from one of my injection sites.
I'm going to sleep like a baby (hopefully) and I'll update you all in the morning.
Peace.
