Should I get the operation?

I was born into a rich italian family. My father was a con artist and my mother was a cheating house wife. I was a boy and treated like one against my will. My father brought me fake guns and cars, and even bought me a real gun by age six. He taught me to hunt and con at a young age, but inside something was wrong. Children in school often made fun of my feminine appearence, I thought I was just intouch with my feminine side. I was appalled, and cried everyday. This angered my father, and he shot one of the kid's parents, murdering them, and landing himself in prison. By this time, my cheating mother was revealed and couldn't handle the emotional stress, so she fled. I was sent away to my grandma, and I felt attached to her. Then something went wrong. It was a fateful day in Toys R Us when my grandma picked out a GI Joe for me. Angered, I through it to the floor and picked a blonde barbie off the top shelf. I was eight at the time. She bought the GI Joe for me, and slapped my hand, hence taking the barbie. I dressed my action figures in dresses I made from paper bags, and colored on their faces to give them makeup. I was ten when my grandma thought I was crazy, and she stopped feeding me. Distressed, I ran away and began a life of crime. I used to dress like a girl and roam the streets. People gave me weird looks and looked down on me. I lived off the land and behind dumpsters, still looking like a cross between a girl and a boy. I was shot at fifteen, in the arm. I rushed myself to the hospital, bleeding. When they asked my name and gender, I lied. I stayed in the hospital for months with emotional distress, and bonded with a nurse named Katie. She understood what I was going through and I explained to her my longing to be a beautiful female like her. At sixteen, she allowed me to live with her and her husband as long as I got a job and payed rent. I met a boy down the street. His friends always told him I was ugly and masculine looking, but he went out with me anyway. He was abusive and forced me to have with him. When he d me, my was revealed. He took pictures and circulated them around town. I ran away, taking my money and half of Katie's wardrobe. I was a nomad for sixth months, living on a dollar a day. I settled at around seventeen, and stayed clear of anymore relationships. I went to work each day, and returned. I invested in some nice products for myself, and started to go out. I found yet another boyfriend who turned out to be an abusive alcoholic. He pushed me down the steps and broke my right arm. I was living with him, so I ran two cities away and purchased my own one bedroom tenant. The day I turned eighteen I changed my first name to Beth. This was the same year my rich father was executed and I got fourty percent of what he had, giving me roughly ten million dollars. I got into gambling and gambled away five million, without winning a cent. Then, on a lucky day in the casinos, I made it big. No, I don't mean money, but I met Hugh Hefner and he asked me to pose for PlayBoy. Upon arrival to my shoot, my "package" was discovered and tucking took place. They couldn't deny me of my posing privelages, but Hugh was less than satisfied with my evident bulge in the photo and didn't have it published. I was really angered at him and this is why I am comtemplating the operation. Who else has been through this, what was it like?