Even more surgery

Devin was silent in his autocloset, but his eyes were filled with utter contempt, something which Annie picked up on.

“Oh boo-hoo, you got to have great sex with somebody who loves you, I wonder how that would actually feel”.

When Devin didn’t respond, Annie just said “Fine, give me the silent treatment, it’s not gonna change anything. See you in a few days”, before Devin was dropped down the shoot.

Devin was well-versed in the feeling of a surgery hangover, but looking at his body four days later, he couldn’t see anything wrong until he tried to get out of bed and found that he could barely adjust his feet from the outstretched position.

As much as he strained and struggled, Devin could not move his feet (turned dainty by the completed compression treatment) past a tip-toe stance, and shouted, “ANNIE! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY FEET?!”.

Annie’s face appeared on the vanity mirror.

“Well you know that Instagram trend, Barbie feet? We just made it miles easier for you to take part is all! Only caveat is you’ll have to say goodbye to shoes with a heel less than four inches. But we all have to make sacrifices for beauty, right?”.

Devin grabbed a bedside lamp and threw it at the mirror, off which it just bounced off harmlessly.

“Temper temper! No need to get so angry, you should be able to change them back if you work hard enough. Maybe”.

Like the nails, getting used to the change was awkward at first, but after finding a good rhythm, Devin could walk well enough.