Product Review: the Hitachi Magic Wand

In anticipation of my future quim, I went out and bought my first vibrator.  The insatiable nature of the plug-in Hitachi wand was exactly what this electro-virgin needed.

I always get ahead of myself: the story of my life.  Tasting the future.  Anyway, if I leave my knickers on, I can almost pretend that I am post-op.  My bits are smaller than they used to be.  I think they are about half the size.  And the skin has changed.  It is thinner, more delicate, more sensitive.  And pardon me, because I did smell my fingers after touching myself there, and I smell like a woman down there even though I don’t have a veejay yet.  Most curious.

I had a lengthy chat with the saleswoman about all the various wands and wand-like devices they had on offer.  The store caters much more to women than men.  On the two occasions I went in and browsed at length, nary a man appeared.

The first trip was in search of rope and a whip.  We know where that’s going.  I wasn’t happy enough with what I found.  In the meantime I noticed the rather large display of vibrating devices.  I’ve had the wand on my mind for a long time.  This incredible pleasure-giving contraption, famed for its relentless drive in the pursuit of the elusive female orgasm.  I also knew it from a domme who showed me about its use on caged men’s bits.

Versatile.

But they had so many others.  I was particularly fond of a pastel Barbie pink one that was curved like a banana.  I could just imagine that one resting on my vulva.  I really want you to get the picture.

What are the choices?  Mainly, is it a plug in or rechargeable.  How many speeds or different rhythms can it make?  And my question: can it go international from a voltage or USB standpoint?  Since this was happening in the USA, you can guess which question couldn’t be answered by the staff.  Price was also a major factor with all of the ones I looked at ranging from $60 to $180.  Oh, how waterproof it was also mattered…and was it silicon or plastic.

After experiencing all of them on my hand, and flirting with every single one of them, especially the banana-shaped pink one, I “settled” on the Hitachi.  The workhouse version that only has three speeds and plugs into the wall.  I could tell it was not going to be my only vibrator purchase in life.  I also wanted the absolute benchmark tool.

I wasn’t aroused when I lay down on my bed, but no matter, I was determined.  So was the Hitachi.  I could have never given myself the pleasure that it was giving me.  The endurance.  Who needs a man!

What did I discover?  That I no longer need to be erect to be extremely aroused or to get off.  I did not have the big ‘O’, but I did experience a ‘release’.  There’s always tonight.  Tomorrow night.  I am hooked.  And thankfully, Hitachi is a very compliant partner.

It felt really good.  It also might take some learning.  Getting into the right headspace.  For any of you ladies out there who are experienced with these instruments, can you tell me how you get your mind into the zone?

I can tell you where mine went.  My biggest turn on these days is getting a sex change.  I can’t get out of my head that should be the world’s leading dominatrix.  She’s going to castrate me!  And as if by queue, the very next morning, I received in my feed from another platform just such a sex fantasy from another trans gal who is a few months ahead of me on this journey.

I asked my therapist about it, thinking she might tell me that it was something I should explore, as in, maybe its unhealthy.  She works with other trans people.  She said, “that’s a pretty common fantasy.”

I kept imagining that my entry to the gynarchic republic in addition to the coat check, had a nut check, where I could just step aside and let them cut my bits off.  Anyway, I am sexualising the entire process.  When I signed my healthcare proxy, that someone will have the power to make decisions for me when I cannot, and I found that a turn-on.  I was even turned on by the accountant in the billing department who told me what I had to pay and when—some kind of legitimate findomme.  Plus, she was pretty.  

My surgeon’s secretary is rude.  I love it; it excites me.  I love that in trans circles, we become one of Dr. [insert name]’s girls.  How hot is that?  That’s true it seems pretty much no matter who the Dr. is.  I can see myself asking the good doctor if everyone falls in love with them.  Every time I talk to her, I am already in sub space.  It is weird and feels great.  Just as well someone else is my proxy.

Well, being collared and leashed by my surgeon was what was going through my mind when the Hitachi wand was working its magic.  The two were a match made in heaven.  I wonder where my mind will go tonight?  I certainly need no further proof of my belief of how the erotic shows us deep into our psyche.