Next I had to pick my eyes. He said I could have any colour I wanted, plus Lavender! Lavender is very beautiful, and he did say it would take longer, but it would look just as natural as grey or green or whatever 'natural' colour there was! I requested Lavender, of course, because a woman’s gotta live right, right?
Next came the hands I wanted…now this was the most restrictive choice as the hands looked all the same. And admittedly, my hands aren't that bad, but if I can improve, why not? I chose the hands that were slim, but nicely sized as to not freak my husband out with crazy alien hands! Haha!
So he then requested I step into a small room. I did so, and it looked like any normal surgery, except he requested I listen to relaxing music so the anaesthetic would take effect quicker. Of course I obliged, because I would not want to aggravate the man who's knife I'm going under!
I listened to the soothing waves of what could only be described as the most calming and serene sounding of beaches. I could picture it now..yellow beaches, blue seas, shining sun, and my husband and I curled up together, completely content with no one interrupting us. However, just as quickly as I imagined it, I was gone! Like a light!
What I assume was a few hours later, I awoke to the gentle shaking of Dr. Zinoviev, who was looking at me with a gentle smile. I flashed a beam of my own, and he handed me a mirror. I quickly looked into it and I gasped. Beautiful, expressive, completely and utterly normal functioning Lavender eyes were staring back at me! I was gorgeous!
I thanked him quickly, and then lead me to a taller mirror, where I got to look at my new body, which, while covered in stitches, he said they would come out in a few days, and I could stay in a nearby hotel and return later to get them out. I agreed heartily, and continued to examine myself in the mirror. My body looked like something you'd see in a magazine! I'd definitely give Mae West or Marilyn Monroe a run for her money!
Gathering my things, I thanked the doctor again, and got dressed, cringing and grimacing when my stitches erupted in pain or when I looked at them. They really were hideous to look at, but at least when they came off, I'd have a beautiful, gorgeous body to work with (and hopefully my husband!).
As I left the waiting room to leave for my hotel, an ear shattering scream occurred in the room down the hall. Slightly shocked, I grew curious. I wonder if the woman didn't like the result of her cosmetic surgery? I’ve done the same in the past, I'd gotten a surgery and then screamed in agony when I saw the end result. It happened when I went to New York and my second nose job did not go as planned.
I peered into the room discreetly as to not cause a commotion that would cause me any distress, but what I was greeted with could only be described as several mummies. A mummy from Egypt, you know the one, right? I stared through a small window in the door, and there were several women who clearly had something go wrong during their cosmetic surgery.
One girl was yelling “my eyes! MY EYES!”, and her hands were shaking, barely above the blood soaked rags covering her empty sockets. Another girl was screeching and covering her flat, bloody chest, while the girl beside her cried, one long unbroken wail, staring at her stumps where her hands should’ve been. A final girl was lying on the ground in the corner, her nether region covered in many bloody bandages.
Oh well, I hope they know they can just buy some beauty.
That's what I did. THE END
IS IT CREEPY?
