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The Interview Recently, Dawna Tompson met with Selia Newberry, the first 'trans- minted' girl to undergo a new and radical gender-altering process. Trans-minting is a procedure that irreversibly transforms a straight male into an unqualified physical, physiological, and emotionally cis- gendered female. The minting process is under intense criticism by a trans community that feels threatened by a procedure that effectively erases the distinction between trans and cis-gendered women. By Dawna Tompson June 2019 [email protected] I recently met for a leisurely lunch with Selia Newberry, the country's first trans-minted female, to find out why she undertook such an extreme life-altering process. In this interview she explains what led to her momentous decision, describes her emotional reaction to finding herself in a satisfying new body, and discusses her new life as a woman. She also describes her reaction to the the uproar in the trans community and explores her role as a pioneering spokesperson advocating the trans-mint process. D: Hello, Selia, you look wonderful today. (She appears for the interview in a revealing yellow sundress, long brown hair carefully piled into an attractive messy bun, perfectly manicured French-tipped nails, and a faultless mix of subtle daytime makeup.) No one would ever suspect that you were ever anything other than a young and very pretty woman. S: Thank you, I feel pretty good. And no one should ever think of me as anything other than a woman, because that's who I am. And I must add, it feels right to look and feel this way. I am totally comfortable. D: From what I can tell you were a pretty normal guy who had much going for you. Tell us about how you came to the decision to change your body so radically from that of your male self. Why did you give up a promising career in professional sports to become, what my eyes are telling me, is a beautiful, petite, feminine, and sexy young girl? S: I had to. I know I looked the part of a hunky male football player. And I was that guy. Most of me was anyway. I enjoyed being a man. I enjoyed my profession. And I enjoyed the fringe benefits too. I had plenty of opportunity to take pleasure in the fruits of my profession: money, fame, and opportunities to engage with cute admirers, cheerleaders, groupies, and the like. And I confess that I did partake... often. But it never felt correct to me. It was never really satisfying. I was constantly nagged by a thought that I could never completely rid myself of. It never fully receded from my mind. After a while I just couldn't take it anymore. I HAD to become a girl. D: You mean that all the time you felt like a woman trapped in a man's body, that you simply needed to change your body to reflect what you truly felt was the real you? S: No, not at all. I was a pretty normal man. I never felt like a girl inside, at least not until recently. I didn't identify with trans-women who felt compelled to try to align their bodies with their female self image. I wasn't trans and I wasn't homosexual. My self-image was that of a man. My sexual orientation was that of a straight man. I felt and acted like a man. I thought like a man. I experienced emotions, such as they were, exactly like a man did. Practically, culturally, and in every other way that you can think of I was a man. I was this man all the time except when I was alone with my thoughts. Then, I entered my own quiet and very private fantasy world. That's when I fantasized about how much I really wanted to become a woman. Eventually, my fantasy world grew to the point where it overwhelmed my normal waking daily life. It took over everything. I didn't feel like a woman inside. But I did feel like a man who desperately wanted to become one. I wanted to be a full and complete woman inside and out. I wanted to experience being a girl, fully, completely, and permanently. And I was willing to give up everything I had to make that desire become real. At that point I realized I had to do something. I contacted a clinic that specialized in gender dysphoria. That was the first time I ever shared my secret with another person. Still, I found there was little they could do for me. They suggested hormones and to start living full-time as a woman. But I knew it would never work out for me. I'd never pass. Besides, I wasn't transgendered! My analyst eventually put me in touch with the trans-mint medical team. Luckily, I met the physical and psychological requirements they were looking for. I became one of several candidates but was fortunate to be picked as the first. There are many other deserving men who need this procedure as badly as I did. Unfortunately, the recent uproar from the trans community forced the team to suspend their technique until a group of medical ethics experts re-examines the process. So I'm the one and only trans-minted woman for now. I am just lucky, I guess! D: Tell me about the day you were minted. What was it like? What did you feel? How did you respond? S: The team had done a pretty good job preparing me. They even provided me with some very realistic virtual reality tools to allow me to experience myself in a virtual woman's body. But really, nothing can prepare you for a near instant transition. I would say that for me, the change was as much emotional as it was physical. I remember Stacy, one of the nurses on my team and a now good friend, giving me a sedative though an IV. So I was very relaxed going into the procedure room. I recall a lot of activity and people moving with a sense of purpose, intensity, and anticipation. But truthfully, I didn't share it. I was calm and physically and emotionally ready. As I lay on the table Dr. Markov said something like, "You might smell onions or garlic as I start the anesthesia." "Onions," I replied, and then I was out. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a recovery room. D: What was the first thing you recalled? S: I remember thinking, "Yes, they must be done." I tried to look around but I was flat on my back and I was too groggy and disoriented to sit up. I could only see the ceiling. I remember picking up my arm and seeing this tiny hand (she lifts her hand and gives it a slight twisting motion that jangles her jewelry just a bit.) A wave of satisfaction swept over me. After a few minutes, and with a little help, I was able to sit up and take stock. I was surrounded by the best and most supportive team you can imagine. Almost all of them were women. They helped me as I slowly examined what I could from my bed. I think the next thing that struck me was that I had these two curious things, (she motions toward her ample breasts) and at the time they seemed so huge. I couldn't yet see them, they were covered by my hospital gown, but I was able to feel their mass. It shouldn't have come as such a surprise but it was. In retrospect you can see that they are just a little larger than normal for a woman my size, but they felt huge at the time. Even now, sometimes I feel like my breasts enter the room before I do! D: What else do you remember from that day? S: The emotional support from my team. They have all become really close friends and I still stay in contact with them. When I woke up I felt surrounded by their caring friendship. This might sound trite to most men reading this article but I think many women will understand it. They stood with me and experienced my joy, apprehension, curiosity, and excitement as if it were their own. And, for the first time in my life, I felt them feeling my joy and excitement. It was a wonderful affect that built a strong bond between us. I have some experience with sportsmanship, shared experiences, and team building from a man's point of view. But this was something much deeper. It was a deep and lasting bond between all of us. It was really something to behold. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced up to that point in my life. D: What about the physical changes? What did that feel like? S: Small! I felt small. I went, in the space of a few hours, from a six foot three-inch 260 pound muscular man to this tiny 5 foot nothing wisp of a girl. I was small and delicate and tiny and I had lost all of my strength. My arms seem so devoid of muscle that I felt like a scarecrow. My thighs felt like jello! My feet were tiny. My hips seemed so wide too. I really noticed it when they tried to get me out of bed for the first time. I couldn't touch the floor when sitting on the edge of the bed. I was still a little shaky so a male orderly helped me down. He seemed so huge to me. He must have towered a foot or more over me. I felt his muscular arms curl around my torso and I felt like a rag doll in his arms. One of the Nurse Practitioners had provided me with a hand mirror and I went to the bathroom to start the process of examining my new self. I waddled over to the bathroom with my hips swaying and my breasts swishing from side to side in a very unfamiliar way. Without realizing it, I held out my hand and it drooped at the wrist. All my motions seemed so exaggerated and effeminate at the time but no one mentioned it. Now, it seems pretty normal to carry myself that way. I remember standing at the sink and having to stand on my tiptoes to see myself fully in the bathroom mirror. I sat down and peed as a girl for the first time. I suppose that's nothing, but it seemed pretty monumental at the time. I then picked up the hand mirror and took a long look between my legs. I don't recall any big waves of emotion, just simple curiosity. After that things got pretty busy and I didn't have much time to think or process what had happened. The team had already announced a press conference and they wanted, and truly I did too, for me to be there to answer questions and to show the world my new self. Then there was the mix-up with the name thing. I wanted the press to be certain to use my new name, so that caused some scurrying around. The rest of the day was a blur of questions, pictures, congratulations, and nurses and doctors poking and probing me. I spent a restless night in bed and then they discharged me the next morning to begin my new life. Wow! It was exciting and very unreal. D: You mentioned the name thing. You have a pretty but very unusual name. Can you tell me how you chose it? S: I didn't choose it so much as it seemed to be thrust upon me. As I was waking up in the recovery room I heard someone call out my name. "Selia, wake up." I had never heard the name before but I knew in that instant that it was my name. When I was fully awake I asked the recovery nurse if she had called out that name. "No, I was the only one here and I didn't say anything. It's a pretty name but I have never even heard it before. Are you sure you didn't hear Selena?" It wasn't Selena, but Selia. I had already chosen the name Nicole and the team had prepared all of my documents and even the press release with that name. But I was certain my new name had to be Selia and I didn't want to present myself to the world as Nicole and then try to explain why I had changed it. So I insisted that all the team members agree at the outset to call me Selia at the press conference. They also had to change the press releases, Twitter, and Instagram messages, and eventually all my official documents as well. It caused a little bit of administrative angst but it was worth it. I started out right away with my correct name and I've been Selia ever since. I think it's a very feminine name although I can't find any reference to it anywhere. I guess it's pretty unique. D: When did it really hit you that you had done this? That you were finally and irreversibly the woman you had so long dreamed of becoming? S: The day I was released from the hospital was also a flurry of activity. The team threw me a shower with a huge cake and a pile of cards and presents to help celebrate our success. I had several interviews and I had an appointment with Dr. Cielo, the psychologist, to do some additional testing. So I still didn't have much time to process what had happened the second day either. I was so tired that night that I barely had time to change into a pretty pair of silky pink pajamas I'd received earlier before collapsing into bed. I woke up the next morning and, as I rolled out of bed, I saw myself for the first time in the full length mirror in my bedroom. It hit me then, hard! Waves of emotion: relief, joy, excitement, and awe swept over me. I began to cry. Not a little tearing up, but a full heaving, bawling, tear-jerking cry like I'd never experienced before. These were tears of supreme joy. Still, I was an uncontrollable mess, heaving and weeping for several minutes or more. When it was over, and I had regained a measure of control, I realized how wonderful it had felt to cry like that. It was a complete catharsis. It was as if the man in me had finally been completely overcome. Washed away by my tears. I was a girl now and I finally felt like one! Some would say I acted like one too. But I'll take that as a compliment. You know, just relating this makes me a little teary-eyed even now. (She pulled a tissue from her soft leather handbag and expertly dabbed at her eyes without so much as smudging any mascara.) Anyway, I spent some time pirouetting in the mirror and trying on the various outfits and clothes my friends had given me. After a while I tried my hand at some make-up, Ugh! What a mess. And then I tried to do something with my hair. Maybe a little less Ugh, but only a little. Amid this exploration into my new-found femininity, something began to dawn on me. Something big was missing. Then I realized what it was. It was that constant pull I had lived with for so long. It was gone. I no longer felt the need to become a woman! I no longer felt it's overwhelming tug anymore. I was free. It was like someone had lifted a heavy weight off my chest. It was so liberating. It sounds silly, but my transition into a woman cured me of the need to become a woman. I felt clarity for the first time in an awful long time. I could think straight again without the heavy burden of something big constantly pulling on me. That aching feeling that I needed to become something I wasn't was replaced overnight with a surety that I now was that something. And surprisingly, a lot of the worst manifestations of my sexual energy melted away with that realization too. I had known for a long time that my need to become a woman was tightly wrapped up with my male sex drive. I could, with sex or masturbation, sometimes lower my desire to become a woman for a little while. But as my drive returned so did my desire. I felt awful having to get a man's orgasm so often but enforced celibacy was even worse. It was an terrible roller coaster of a ride. Now, I suddenly felt less driven and more in control of my sexual energy. I wouldn't say my sex drive disappeared, far from it, but I felt for the first time since puberty that I was in control of myself instead of something controlling me. I could feel sexy or even sexual, but it was my choice, I wasn't at the mercy of some primal uncontrolled impulse anymore. I directed how I felt. It was a fascinating and unexpected turn of events. D: Since you brought up the subject can I ask a few questions about your sexual experiences? You say you were never a homosexual. But are you now now attracted to men? S: Yes, of course I am attracted to men. But I have to admit it's still a little awkward to talk about it. It was kind of a rapid turnaround that caught me by surprise and left me a little uncertain how on to proceed. Before the procedure I'll admit I'd fantasized a lot about having sex as a woman with different men. In the end it became a huge part of my sexual landscape. Still, in waking life I was never attracted to men. Afterward I was suddenly faced with a new, it wasn't an attraction exactly, but I'll call it a new "awareness" of men. (She shifted slightly in her seat, brushed back some loose hair, and slight look of embarrassment crossed her face.) I found myself suddenly becoming aware of men in a different light. It wasn't so much a sexual attraction, or at least not like the attraction I felt toward women when I was a man, but it manifest as an awareness of the vast difference between my new self and the men that happened to be around me. It was a bit weird to get used to. The other thing I found was that men started to smell usually good to me. I was always put off by the smell of a locker room filled with sweaty men. Now the thought of entering an odor-filled locker room like that excited me in a way that I can't exactly describe. It wasn't exactly a sexual turn-on but it was something much different than I was used to. It was unusual for me too since, as a man, I hadn't really been all that appreciative or sensitive to smells. I started wearing perfume and I found the contrast between my subtle feminine aroma and a man's musky smell delightful. I guess the first time I felt raw sexual attraction was when the orderly lifted me off the bed that first day. I didn't recognize it as a sexual response at the time, but I recognize that feeling now. So I am a heterosexual female. No question about it. In fact, I sometimes look at a pretty woman now and wonder, "What was it that I ever found attractive about women?" I just can't see it anymore. D: Have you had any romantic or physical encounters with a man yet? S: Now the simple answer is, "No." But... I mean... um .. the full story of why I haven't been with a man in that way yet is a bit complicated. My closest encounter happened a few months ago. I was in a large east coast city doing a round of publicity interviews for my book. I'll keep the details a little vague to keep people from speculating on who I am talking about so I can protect his privacy. Let's just say I was in an upscale hotel bar relaxing after a long day of interviews and book signings. From a distance I saw a former teammate of mine sitting down at the other end of the bar. He was probably in town for Sunday's game. I think he must have caught me staring at him. I cringed a little when I saw him coming toward me. "He's going to make a pass at me, and I'm pretty sure this is going to be very awkward." I thought. "How will I get myself out of this?" I knew who he was but I didn't think he knew who I was, other than maybe an attractive groupie who he thought might be trying to pick him up. Surprisingly, he called me by my name. "Selia, do you remember me?" Of course I did, we'd played together on the same team for a couple of years before we were both traded. I was flabbergasted and, if the truth be told, I was a bit smitten. He was larger and more muscular than I remembered him and he towered over me. Even sitting on a barstool I had to look up at him. I felt so small and vulnerable. This is going to sound corny because it is, but he looked like he could protect me from any threat. Hmmm. (She bent close and dropped her voice to nearly a whisper.) And he was so handsome too. We skimmed over some of our old times together as teammates and then he confessed that he had been following my story closely. He had seen me on TV that morning and had considered skipping practice and going to my afternoon book signing. In the end he said, he chickened out. He was grateful that we met up like this. The one thing I remember was looking deeply into his eyes. When I was a man I never looked anyone in the eyes, it just seemed too intimate. Even with sexual partners I found ways to talk without looking into anyone's eyes. And yet, here I was looking deeply into his brown eyes and hanging on every word he said. I felt connected to him in a way that was entirely new and deeply moving to me. He asked me a lot of questions but I wanted to know what he thought rather than spend time explaining my comings and goings. We ended up having dinner together and we sat for an hour or so just conversing and feeling good to be together. But he had an engagement that evening he couldn't get out of. So we resolved to meet again the next night. I have to tell you that I was enthralled. I could barely sleep a wink that night. The next day I got up early and started hunting for the right outfit to wear. I had already begun to appreciate shopping for clothes as new leisure activity, but this felt more like a mission. I needed to find the perfect outfit! I found a short tight dress and bought it, but then discarded it as overly sexy. I tried on a mountain of other clothes. I finally settled on a fairly conservative soft white blouse with bell sleeves, close fitting black dress slacks that flared below the knee, and some really high heels that I probably wasn't quite ready to walk in yet. I worked on my hair and makeup with determination, if not exactly a lot of skill, too. But I must say, when I was done I looked pretty stunning. Then disaster struck. I had kind of lost track of it but it was that time of the month for me. I started my period less than an hour before he was to pick me up at my hotel. I wadded up some tissues and changed into sweats so I could run down the street in the rain to a nearby drugstore. Halfway there I had to turn around because I forgot to take my wallet with me. When I got back I took off my sexy thong, put in a tampon, sprayed some feminine deodorant down there, and then switched to a pair of simple panties so I could wear a thin "just in case" liner. But when I put my slacks on I could see panty lines. I had to tear through my luggage to find a different pair. I slipped them on and then forgot the extra pad anyway. I ran my fingers through my wet hair to try to dry it a little and then hoped for the best as I stumbled around trying to quickly get dressed again. This also meant I'd have to lug along a big purse full of tampons and other essentials on our date. I discarded the tiny clutch that had matched my outfit so well and moved everything I needed to a huge shoulder bag. I ended up getting downstairs about ten minutes late. I found him waiting in one of those overstuffed hotel chairs, looking bored, thumbing through his phone. He was kind enough not to say anything but I could imagine him thinking, "Gee, they turn you into a woman and suddenly you can't find a way to be on time anymore." I was feeling bloated and cramping badly but I tried to put on a good face. To tell the truth, I was having trouble staying focussed. This was still pretty early on and I think it was maybe only my second time on my period. It wasn't easy then and it hasn't exactly gotten any better. D: What happened next? S: I got though the evening okay and then afterward he took me to his hotel room. I had a glass of wine and started to feel a little better. He came close and started to whisper something in my ear but ended up pulling me close and kissing me deeply. I responded in kind. He was slow and careful and polite and gentle. All the things I needed in a man that night. Well, we got pretty far along. He pulled me toward the bed and I didn't resist. Before long we went a little further. He took my breasts in his hand and squeezed my nipples. It sent shivers all over my body. He kissed my neck as he ran his hands along my thighs and butt and pulled me close. I traced my fingers up the inside of his firm thighs and ended up with my hands between his legs. Soon I was grasping at his belt to undo his pants. That was the very first time I ever touched another man's penis and I found it very exciting. I mean I thought knew a lot about how to handle one, after all I had a lot of experience with my own starting from when I was maybe thirteen or fourteen. Still, it felt different. Maybe it was the fact that I saw his tool from a totally different point of view. When I caressed it I felt tingles inside, you know... between my legs. Well, I think it was centered there, I'm not really sure. Really, I felt pleasure and excitement all over. It crossed my mind that I didn't miss my penis and I really didn't need one to feel that same wonderful excitement. Simply taking him in my hands felt nearly as good as stroking my own had. No, it actually felt better because I was making him feel good too. He was definitely aroused and I found I was letting go too. Like I said before, I had control over my sexual response and at that moment I felt like it was finally time to let it go. I wanted to take him inside me but I was grossed out at the thought of having sex while on my period. I hesitated and then started to lose my concentration. I needed to tell him that we weren't going to be able to do it tonight. I was flowing pretty good and I didn't want to stop to go to the bathroom to remove a wet tampon and then have in sex with... you know... dripping down my.... Well, I don't want to be too graphic, but you can see it was a difficult moment. Instead, I decided to... can you print this? I decided to take him into my mouth. I knelt down and I had barely taken him in when I bent my head back and looked up into his face. I started to falter. I blurted out something and then started to cry. Somehow he seemed to understand and he took me up into his arms. He understood what I needed at that moment and it wasn't sex. It was compassion and understanding coupled with physical closeness. He held me and let me sob as I pressed my face into his chest. After that I curled up in his arms. I cuddled up to him and spent the night wrapped in his arms, him naked and me, with a tampon stuffed between my legs, wearing just a pair of stained black lace panties. It felt wonderful to be with him yet also deeply disappointing to have missed an opportunity like that. He got up early as he had to get to the stadium for the game. I stayed for a while alone in his bed smelling the musky fragrance he had left behind on the sheets. About mid-morning I quietly dressed, left the room, and caught an Uber back to my hotel. Unfortunately, he was only in town until after the game. He caught the charter flight back to his hometown right afterward. We've spoken once or twice on the phone but we haven't seen each other since So that's the story about my near miss. You know, as a man I always fantasized about having sex as a woman. I thought it would be the first thing I'd want to do after becoming a girl. It would be easy enough. I've had plenty of offers. Usually anonymous e-mails or tweets from lonely men who've seen me on TV. (She laughed nervously.) But I prefer to wait until I can have a truly meaningful and satisfying physical encounter. And I'm okay waiting until the right opportunity presents itself again. D: Such a fascinating story. I think a lot of woman will identify with your plight. Now, I didn't think about it earlier but as a true cis-gendered woman you have a regular cycle now don't you? How did you respond the first time you experienced your menstrual period? S: When it first happened it hit me that I was now truly a woman. It meant that I had the capability to create and carry a new life. It felt like I suddenly had an awesome new power but it also came with immense responsibilities. So it was very emotional for me. As a man I had always been into physical fitness. But I mostly focussed on weightlifting to build muscle mass, increase my strength, and extend my endurance. Now a new thought popped into my head. "I need to take good care of my whole body so that I'll be able to safely carry a child and nurture it." Well, maybe the thought wasn't quite that explicit, but it amounted to the same. I started doing yoga and aerobics classes and I've been using the stationary bike a lot when I'm traveling. That was something new that I hadn't expected. I also started to appreciate motherhood a lot more than I ever had. Or at least it caused me to start thinking a lot more about it. I have a new-found attraction to babies and children that I never had before. When I see a cute baby I just want to reach out and touch it and cuddle. I think maybe I'm developing a motherly instinct that I certainly never had as a man. Of course the normal irritations, fatigue, cramps, and mood swings, affected me as well. One other thing that initially confounded me was the sheer logistics. I mean every time I went to the bathroom I had to check on things down there and it seemed like I was constantly attending to my hygiene. You know, make sure it's inserted correctly, check if the string is still there, look for leaks or telling bulges, and find ways to discretely dispose of.... I think that just added to the level of irritation and fatigue I felt. D: Will you ever have children? S: Whoa. I don't even have a boyfriend yet. But I've thought a little bit about it. The idea of having children doesn't seem quite so daunting as it first did. But I know I'm not ready yet. Maybe in the future. It's not yet a raging concern of mine but I can feel a little biological tug in that direction. Maybe someday, I don't know. Maybe if the right guy came along I'd feel differently. D: Let's turn to a different subject. You have had a somewhat contentious relationship with the trans community. Why do you think that is? S: Contentious would be the polite word. I don't know what their beef is about me or the minting procedure. It makes little sense to me. I can't really understand what they are up in arms about. Perhaps it stared with the selection method the team used. For scientific and technical reasons they didn't want a trans woman to undergo the procedure. They wanted a man like I was, someone who sincerely and deeply desired to be a woman but who didn't feel like a woman trapped in the wrong body. So maybe that pissed them off. Now I don't want to criticize young women who truly feel like they were born in the wrong body and make their orientation clear at an early age. These are true trans women. I wish them well and sincerely hope that the minting process will someday find a way to include them. They will truly benefit from the procedure. The ones that seem to have a problem with me and minting are the late transitioning ones. One famous example is... Well, I don't want to say his name but let's just say he was a former Olympic athlete. To me, he and men like him are just trying to convince themselves that they are women trapped in men's bodies. In his case he not only convinced himself but he convinced a large part of Hollywood and the national media as well. Many are supported in their conviction by the medical/gender dysphoria community as well. Certainly the trans community supports their delusion and lumps them, without distinction, with true trans-women. My suspicion is that most of them are experiencing the same condition I had. They are men who want to be women. Like me, they present as men and they don't "discover" that they are really women until well after puberty. They've either convinced themselves or well-meaning others have strung them along and convinced them that they aren't really men at all. They need to be more honest with themselves. Okay, I get that many of them have followed a long and difficult life's journey. No one would take that on without being truly motivated to do so. Many of them have given up their careers, their families, and perhaps their self-respect in order to present themselves as a woman on the outside. They are perhaps justifiably proud of their efforts. But really, it's a disservice to others to insist that we all go along with their delusion. Especially when there is a better way. It's almost as if they believe, "If it was difficult for me then it should be difficult for everyone else too." So they put up this false argument about the ethics of minting and eventually found a way to get the medical community to intervene. D: Does it really matter, you are a woman and they feel they are too. What's the difference? S: In my mind it's about honesty. They are deluding themselves and a whole lot of people in the gender and trans communities are helping them with their delusion. They need to stop. It's a disservice to the trans- women who were truly born in the wrong body. So I am not going to be silenced by a bunch of pseudo-trans bullies. I'm here to advocate for the minting process. It's safe, effective, and it has insignificant medical risks. It turned me into the woman I needed to be and it can do the same for others. Minting will prevent a lot of agony, despair, self-harm, and suicides. Why would anyone, even a bunch of delusional men now trapped in pseudo women's bodies, want to block its use? They don't have to use minting if they don't want to but why stop others from access to something that will truly help them? The real ethical violation is with them, not the trans-mint process. So I'm speaking out. I'm advocating for using the procedure whenever it makes sense to do so. I've made a lot of TV and personal appearances. I'm going to testify before a medical ethics board next week. I've been invited as the keynote speaker at a women's health conference next month. I've also been personally lobbying key members of Congress to open hearings on trans-minting. I'd be glad to be their first witness. So much is at stake and there is no reason to delay. D: Thank you for sharing your thoughts with such honesty and candor. I wish you well in your campaign to reestablish the minting process. It seems like it has the potential to ease a lot of pain and transform many lives for the better. With that I think we'll wrap up our interview. Thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to talk with me. Do you have any parting thoughts? S: Let me close by telling you about a fear that I have. My concern is that one day I'll start taking this body for granted. After all, physically and emotionally and in all other ways I am just a normal woman so it might be easy to forget that I didn't start out like this. I was not born a woman, in mind or body, instead I chose to become one. So my fear is that I'll start to feel so normal as a woman that I'll forget about what my life was like as a man. Not that I need to hold onto that life, but I do want each and every day to remember how badly I needed to become a woman. I don't want to lose that thought or those feelings. Remembering is the best way I can think of honoring the person I am now. I want to live my life in appreciation for how the process not only transformed me physically but really brought me to a state of self realization. I am who I am now thanks to the process and the team that supported me. Thank you all. Oh, and one other thing. I'm still hopeful that the minting process will be restarted soon. So I'm building a list of candidates for the procedure. If you leave a short note in review section I'll see what I can do about getting you on the list.