Chapter 50 – Procedure prep

I smiled up at Trixie, happy to see her for multiple reasons. Not only did her arrival mark the end of the day, it marked the beginning of my time off. Sure, it was because of a medical procedure tomorrow morning, but I’d have a week’s time for recovery and that was still a week not being here. And beyond that, she was just a good friend and naturally made me smile.

Standing up I pulled my phone and purse out and locked down my computer. Just as I started stepping around my desk to Trixie, Mal came out of his office, “Whoa whoa, whoa, you can’t leave that quickly!”

I clenched my jaw to stop from frowning before turning around to face my boss. If he thought he was going to get another kiss goodbye, or another fucking hand job, he had another thing coming. Surprisingly when he approached Trixie and me though he was holding out the keys to his Mercedes. As Trixie snatched them from his hand he chuckled, “Just be careful with her. Both Paris and the car, that is. Give me a call when she’s finished with her procedure and I’ll stop by if it’s not too late. And you…” Mal turned to face me fully as he reached out to grip my upper arm and give it a comforting squeeze, “…remember you have nothing to worry about. These people are experts. We’ll be happy with the results, no matter what. Just focus on recovering and we’ll cover everything here.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say as Mal seemed to be extra nice at the moment. I mean, he was pouring it on a little thick as this was basically an outpatient procedure, but it was still nice to offer me comfort like this. Finally, able to put a smile back on, I step forward and move up to my toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. At least with that he’ll know I appreciate him and hopefully NOT come and visit when I’m done.

When Trixie and I get to the elevator it was unusually empty, giving me the chance to turn to her and ask, “What was all that about? I mean, did Mal just loan us his car?”

Trixie giggled and wrapped her arm around my shoulders in a side hug, “Well of course he did! He’s worried about you, Paris. He knows he can’t leave the office himself so he wants to help however he can. Giving us his car to take you to the hospital is the least he can do.”

I squint my eyes suspiciously, “Wait… hospital? Stephen… I mean, Dr. Gold said that I could have this done at their office. Why the hospital?”

Trixie, as nonplussed as ever, shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno. Mr. Orpheus, like, told me that you’d have to go to the hospital. I just assumed that’s where you’d go for an operation. Maybe you should call the receptionist and make sure? I’m sure his car has directions to both locations though!”

I can’t stop from feeling relieved even as Trixie’s answer does nothing to answer my question. Just her happy go lucky ‘everything will be all right’ attitude is infectious. Once we get to the garage and into Mal’s car I bring my phone up on his in car system and call Sculpted Dream. As I wait for the call to go through to their scheduling department I look and see Trixie looking at me strangely. Realizing what she’s wondering I smirk and shrug, “What? I’m in the car every week for date night. Yes, my phone automatically connects to Mal’s car. Don’t make it weirder than it already is!”

At that point the scheduler comes on and saves me from explaining to Trixie that Mal wanted me to set up music to ‘get me in the mood’ and play it as he drove us to his apartment every Wednesday night. Bad enough that I had to get ready to sleep in the same bed with him, but he wanted me to be ‘in the mood’ for him to finger me to orgasm.

The scheduler confirmed that the procedure was moved to the hospital, but she didn’t have a reason why. She mentions that I can always ask the surgeon once I’m there and checked in. After getting all the directions and where to check in… and now where to park… I hang up just in time for Trixie to pull out of the garage. I let out a little yelp as she doesn’t even slow down before pulling out of the blind exit and onto the street. She barely makes it out before a box truck nearly T-bones us and doesn’t even seem to notice.

The whole drive home is like that, and I wonder just how often Trixie drives, let alone drive a big powerful Mercedes like this. Mal had let me drive the car on a couple occasions and I’ll freely admit it’s a little addictive with how much power it has. But where he drives it calmly and smoothly and makes me feel safe, Trixie has it floored most of the time and makes me feel like we’re going to die.

The evening feels almost strange as it’s neither a normal night at home nor is it a date night with Trixie. I make us a salad as I have to have a light meal and then nothing more to eat or drink for the rest of the night. Sitting in the dining room though, at the table and feeding myself, now feels strange. It’s not that I want or expect Trixie to domme out and do just as Grace would, but I’m just accustomed to my evenings spent subbing to my roomie. After I clean up the dishes Trixie helps me with the surgical adhesive remover to take off my breast forms. I’m immediately appreciative of her being here to help as taking off the adhesive early means it really wants to stick, even with the remover. I have to keep clenching my eyes shut as Trixie gets her fingernails under the form and has to yank it free.

By the time the breast forms and all the adhesive is removed from my chest, the entire area is red and inflamed. It’s so sensitive to touch that I don’t’ even want to put a nighty on so I simply wear some panties and a pair of sweat shorts. Trixie takes pity on me and keeps the sexy play to a minimum knowing that I couldn’t really participate with my chest so sensitive and achy. Instead, we focus on getting everything ready. I pack an overnight bag just in case there are complications and I have to stay the night, and go over all the instructions. Trixie goes over them with me and when everything is set, we both settle down in my bed and go to sleep spooning.

Getting up and getting ready at the crack of dawn feels just strange. The hour doesn’t bother either Trixie or me, but getting ready normally means spending a lot of time in the shower getting clean, moisturizing, shaving, and using my lotions everywhere. As they want me au naturel, I have to simply clean myself with the provided dove soap bar. I’m not even allowed to put on makeup and have to simply tie my hair back in a ponytail.

I try getting dressed without any breast forms at all, but all of my clothes are designed for my large breasts and look just ridiculous without any chest to speak of. And while my face and hair and nails and dress all say feminine, my lack of makeup and elaborate hairstyle isn’t helping and overall gives me a mixed look that I’m just not accustomed to. The irony isn’t lost on me that the hint of masculinity coming out makes me uncomfortable enough to put the old cheap breast forms into a bra and then wear a slightly tighter t-shirt to keep them from moving around too much. At least with them in place I have the general shape that says ‘woman’ and not ‘man dressed up as a woman’, though the lack of hips and ass don’t help.

Between me worrying about people seeing me un-made up like this and Trixie’s erratic driving across town, I’m more than a little unnerved when we get into the lobby of the hospital. I’m incredibly thankful that Trixie is there to answer the basic questions and get me set up with the intake nurse. It seems like a bit of overkill as she does a complete intake process and even assigns me a room, but I just assume that has more to do with the procedure being done at the hospital rather than the Sculpted Dream surgical suite.

Once I’m lying in bed in my hospital gown with Trixie seated on the bed next to me, one of the Sculpted Dream nurses comes in. My moment of relief from seeing a familiar face is short lived though as she dives right in with the ‘bad news’, “Paris, I’m happy that you got all checked in and I see that you’re all ready. I wanted to get here a little early and let you know that Dr. Gold won’t be here with us today. Don’t worry, he’s okay, but he had a car accident this morning on the way here. Dr. Montgomery told me she talked to him and that he’ll be fine, but he broke his hand pretty bad and he won’t be able to operate. She promised that she was fully capable of performing Dr. Gold’s portion of your procedure today though… Paris, are you all right?”

I was not all right. I’d really wanted to talk to Stephen before the procedure and make sure he had everything ready to take the prosthetic off. It was embarrassing enough to talk about it, but at least he understood what was going on. Now I’d have to explain it to Dr. Montgomery and hope that it doesn’t throw a wrench into the works. I tried nodding that I was okay, but the nurse leaned in and shined her little pen light into my eyes for a second. “Paris, you’re looking really nervous. It’s okay and perfectly understandable, but a big part of our healing techniques relies on you being comfortable and relaxed. Let me go talk to Dr. Montgomery and see if I can get you something to help you calm down, okay sweety?”

That brought a more natural smile and nod from me as something to take the edge off would be really nice. A couple drinks would probably do it, but I’m sure they’ll use something medicinal instead. The nurse isn’t gone but for a few moments with Trixie holding my hand and comforting me. When she comes back in, she has a tray with a syringe and needle on it. As she picks it up and pushes the last air bubbles out, she says, “This is some Ativan and shouldn’t take too long to kick in. It’s a pretty big dose so you might feel a little sleepy or loopy, but it’s all okay. Your friend is here, and we’ve gone over everything you’re going through today already, so don’t worry at all Paris.”

It takes all of two minutes for me to start to relax. I feel my body just let go and start to feel like I’m almost floating. At the same time, all the worries simply flit away as if they were never important. Stephen had prepped me on the use of an anti-anxiety **** but had prepped me for valium as that’s what he preferred if it were needed. So, while I was ready for the dizziness and sleepiness, I wasn’t ready for the giggles that came along with the Ativan. Nor was I ready for the seemingly impressive loss of my ability to concentrate. In the middle of the nurse telling me that the doctor would be in and what I should do next, I simply lost focus and turned to Trixie to smile and flirt.

When Trixie nodded to my other side and said I should pay attention, I turned and was surprised to see Dr. Montgomery standing there, along with two other doctors. She seemed to be happy as she looked at me expectantly and asked, “Does that all make sense Paris? We’ll each do our parts, but you’ll be **** for all of it.”

That didn’t sound right to me as Stephen was going to do the entire procedure before, so it didn’t make sense why it would take three doctors to replace him, but just as I was going to question that fact, the prosthetic came to mind and seemed a lot more important. “OH, yeah, that sounds fine, but what about the… um… Dr. Stephen, er... Dr. Golden… um… Dr. Gold said he was… um… I mean…”

Dr. Montgomery was very patient as she took my hand in both of hers and patted it, “It’s okay Paris, take your time. We won’t start until all your questions are answered.”

I smiled as that sounded very professional and reassuring. I hadn’t realized I’d even closed my eyes until Trixie shook my shoulder, and I heard her asking “Like, Doc, did Paris ever get her question in? Something about Dr Golden Retriever?”

I break out into a full belly laugh and try to make a mental note, knowing that Stephen will crack up hearing ‘Dr. Golden Retriever’. When I see that the docs are all looking at me, I cut my laughter off, clear my throat, and do as Dr. Montgomery said. I go slow. “Sorry, um, Dr. Gold was going to work on my prosthetic. Did he, like, update the notes on that?”

Dr. Montgomery smiled again, patted my hand some more and said in a very motherly tone, “Yes Paris, that’s one of the procedures we’ll be doing today. I understand that you’ve had some troubles with this prosthetic and we’ll get it fixed for you. It’s no problem as your comfort is most important to us. Besides, we’d have to take it off anyway. Satisfied?”

Knowing that when I wake up tonight I’ll have access to my penis made me plenty satisfied. “Yes Ma’am, that’s all I needed to hear!”

Dr. Mongomery’s voice faded away as I drifted off again, “Good, then let's get you into the surgical suite and start your new…”