FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
I’m getting them done.
Are you sure you want to do this? (breathing changes. pupils dilate. feigns disinterest. stifles a grin. turns face away. ) I’m coming to the consult. May I come to the consult?
No. You’re not.
I’ll handle it.
Why not? How much is this going to cost? Do you know what they will look like? Is there a computer simulation I can see? I’ve watched this on tv. With you. I think. You want…I want you to be happy. I just want you to be happy. What about a second opinion? I mean. How many has this doctor ever done? You said he told you some wish they had gone larger after it is done. Maybe you should go to LA.
You’re not going.
Let’s see. (Doctor undoes the flimsy tie on the front of the gown.)
Hmmm. ( Lifts left. Lifts Right. Lifts left again.) This is the ideal placement.
I don’t want to look like a porn star.
You won’t. (Looks into her eyes. She looks to the assistant who is typing away on the computer.)
I want to work out comfortably. (He waves her closer to him. She steps between his knees. She is inches from his face. She can smell smell her own scent. She shifts weight from left to right. His hand touches the inside of her thigh. She looks him in the eye and then lifts her chin, and looks left. )
You must also have implants. There is too much to just do a lift. The nipple should fall between the elbow and the shoulder. It is not like 10 years ago. The silicone, very safe. The look, very natural. The weight, very real. (She continues to look at the assistant. His hand is on her right breast. Now her left. )
He wanted to come today. He suggests I go just a smidge larger than I think. I want to be able to wear my clothes, workout, return to what I once was. I want to be proportional.
250cc? (The assistant.)
No. 350cc. (The good doctor.) You have good shoulders. You can carry it. Where are you from? I’m sure I’ve done several of your friends. Yes. I’m sure I have. (He gently reaches under her chin to tie up the loose ends of the gown. He pats her on the right arm and exits the room with a smile.)
Next room please. (the assistant) Photo time. (from all angles.)
What an odd job to have. She exits, jaw thrust forward, eyes up.