Surgery
Daisy had always been a thin woman, and pretty too. She was five two and one hundred and two pounds. When she was little her mom called her a string bean, and told her that one day she would grow into a beautiful young woman. When she was a teenager she was very insecure, because she saw all of these other girls who she felt where more beautiful, because they had curves and other womanly features that she did not. Daisy tried everything to make her chest bigger. She wished. She prayed. She begged. She pleaded. But she remained without curves and small chested.
After high school she finally saved up the money to change her body. She wanted to get the surgery before she started college, because she didn’t want anyone to know. Daisy went through all of the steps; reading all of the pamphlets, understanding all of the risks, picking out the size that would fit her body well, and talking to the doctors and nurses.
It was finally the day of her appointment. The day had been circled, starred, and highlighted. She was so ready. She went with her mom to her appointment. “Are you nervous?” her mother asked while watching Daisy’s leg bounce up and down.
“No, I’m excited; I can’t wait to see what I look like after.”
“Daisy Frump,” the nurse called, “we are ready for you now.”
She followed the nurse down a long hallway, into a room where they prepped her for surgery. Daisy stared up at the ceiling; she was starting to get nervous. She started counting tiles. They took her on the gurney to the operation room. The nurses were sweet, and put all of theanesthesia equipment on her face. The doctor came in, “Okay Daisy, count back from one-hundred,” he said it in almost a whisper. Daisy did not even get to ninety nine, when everything turned black.
“Daisy? Wake up daisy.” It was her mom. Daisy struggled to open her eyes, they felt heavy, and like they weren’t part of her. When she finally got them open, it took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the lights of the hospital. She was aware of being in pain, but the doctors told her to expect that. When her brain finally registered that she had just accomplished her dream. That she was finally going to be beautiful.
She looked down, and smiled. There they were, she finally got what she considered the epitome of beauty. “How do you feel?” Her mom asked.
“Just happy,” Daisy replied.
About a week before she started college, the bandages were finally off, the pain was gone, and she was ready for the big reveal. On the first day, she dressed in her new clothes that accommodated her new chest.
She drove to school, butterflies in her stomach. Once she got out of the car however, those butterflies turned angry. She started to panic. What if people notice I got a boob job, she thought to herself. She walked to her first class, she felt like everyone was staring at her. They can’t know, I chose a size that fits my body. She kept walking, she just watched her feet.
Daisy’s heart pounded so loudly in her head. They know, they all know, she thought to herself. She finally got to her class; she sat down in the back. She pulled a jacket out of her back pack that she had brought in case her classes were too cold. She pulled it on, and she started to feel better, less insecure.
“How was your first day?” Daisy’s mom asked, after Daisy slammed the front door closed, throwing down her back pack at the same time.
“Terrible, I wish I never got these stupid things”, she screamed pointing at her chest.
“Well it’s a little late to change your mind,” her mom replied, almost sarcastically.
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-zombiegirl
