Chaz Bono’s former fiancee wasn’t looking forward to putting her mouth over a peen instead of a poon, but now that she’s gone he can freely chase after his dick-getting dreams. But first, Chaz has to fill his peen fund with enough dollars to pay for the surgery. Chaz tells Rolling Stone that he’s already picked out a doctor in Belgrade and all he needs is around $45,000 to take his down low parts from clit to cock. Chaz broke it down, and yes, my eyeballs bungeed out of their sockets and hit the screen after I read that his shiny new dick could be Tommy Lee-sized.
“I could get a phalloplasty, which builds the phallus from a donor site on your body,” he says straightforwardly, “but I’m leaning more toward a metoidioplasty. It’s a procedure that uses what you already have down there” – he means his clitoris – “which has grown larger from the testosterone. You end up with a smaller phallus than with the phalloplasty, but it’s fully functional, it gets erect, and the sensation is all there.”
Does he know how big it’s going to be?
He frowns. “You know, I don’t really. I mean, I’ve never seen one erect. So it’s really hard to say. But, you know, soft, probably about three inches, and it grows considerably. I don’t know what the average size difference is, but when I’m having sex I probably get three or four times larger.” He pauses. “I was in a fairly typical heterosexual relationship, which caused some militant members of the queer community to think I’m reinforcing stereotypes or whatever. Anyway, I think Jen wished I wouldn’t get the bottom done, but she understood my need to.” He shrugs. “You have to understand, though, for me the life transformation has already happened.”
I don’t know if it was Chaz or another transman who said that he wasn’t touching his bottom area yet, because the recovery from the surgery is as painful as getting fucked in the pee hole with a hot screw and the dick doesn’t even work that well anyway.
I read a while ago that some new dicks can only get fully erect with the help of a pump. That would kind of suck. You’re like, “Get ready, bitch, this rock hard fat dick is going to fuck you into another religion! Hold onto your nipples cause they’re gonna pop off from the fuck quake I’m about to hit you with. We’re going to break the Richter Scale tonight! Are you ready? Oh wait, can you grab that bike pump out of the closet…” (<---- That's pretty much the dialogue heard in Hugh Hefner’s room every night.) But I’m glad to hear from Chaz that this doesn’t seem to be the case anymore. I’m also glad to hear that Chaz’s peen will be able to grow naturally and then some!
I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve failed grade school math, but three times four equals twelve, right? Chaz can get himself a 12 inch salchicha dick? Chaz says that he will never ask Cher for the money since he wants to do this own his own, but I say, STOP IT! When it comes to getting a 12-inch dick, all pride for independence should fly out of the window. Just get that 12-inch dick, Chaz! Seriously, if Chaz gets hit by a bus tomorrow, wouldn’t he want to be hit while having a 12-inch dick? I don’t even see Chaz’s lips moving and I can tell that he’s fighting to say the word YAAAASSSSS!
Hell, Cher is so rich that she can buy everyone a 12 incher. She could be like the Oprah of 12-inch dicks. You get a 12-inch dick and you get a 12-inch dick! I’ll take one. My arm is getting so tired from hitting the snooze button 50 times every morning, so it would be nice to be able to hit that button with my new 1 footer.
And Google tells me that Chaz will still have an orgasm, but won’t be able to ejaculate. Those surgeons should try to fix that problem. Can’t they install jizz sacks down? Flavored ones? That would really be the best and I’d get that. Can you imagine if you had flavored jizz? That would be a priceless pick-up tool. Think about it. You’re at the cream bar at Starbucks when some hot piece mutters to himself, “Ugh, they’re out of hazelnut.” You wink inside knowing you’ve got this, grab his cup and fiddle with a few knobs on your nutsack before you quickly shoot out a stream of hazelnut deliciousness. That would be a beautiful story to tell everyone on your wedding day.
(Image via Out Magazine)