I get bottom surgery.

You decide to get bottom surgery. It's clear that a large portion of men you know would prefer it if you were 'complete' everywhere. And also, you admit to wanting it for yourself. Ever since the Hewitt Estate house brought out the woman inside of you, you really are Jennifer through and through.

And so now you want to complete your journey, so that your outside completely matches your inside.

You only wish you didn't have to do it so soon! After all, you only have {marriage_weeks} left to find a husband, and you know that this surgery is going to take a long and arduous recovery time.

But there's no getting around it. And so you do the research, find the best possible surgeon, pay them a boatload of money to accelerate things as much as possible, and you go ahead and get the surgery.

"Paul?"

You are sitting in a wheel chair outside the nurses station looking at your phone, waiting for some other nurse to take you to your waiting limousine. Post-op recovery took a bit longer and was a bit more painful than expected, but your doctor says everything went perfectly and that you should have fully working parts down once you're fully recovered.

"Paul Madison?"

You look up.

"James?" you ask, astonished. It's your former boss from The Firm! Where you used to work as a para legal. "Oh, and I'm Jennifer now."

"Wow," he says, eyes wide as saucers. "Of course! Jennifer. Sorry! Rumor around the office is that you decided to transition. I almost didn't recognize you. You are so beautiful!"

"Thank you," you say shyly, smiling at him. You always liked James Johnson, your boss. He always looked after you and did his best to protect you from the asshole partners in the firm. You're glad you took the time to apply makeup and get dressed in something nice before leaving the hospital.

"Why are you here?" you ask.

"Kidney stones."

"Oh. OW."

"Yeah. Well, I need to go. But wow, you just look AMAZING. I'm so glad I ran into you."

He holds your hand for a bit longer than necessary, then, impulsively, he kisses you on the cheek before following his nurse to whatever **** awaits for him.

Recover from bottom surgery takes longer than expected. You use your dilators as indicated, but it takes a while for full sensation to return.

"Perfectly normal," says the surgeon.

But once it's all over, you are glad you got it. You feel your new parts, 'down there', and marvel at how beautiful they look. And there all yours!

You think of all of the thongs, swimsuits, and leotards you can now wear without having to tuck! Oh, life will be so much easier and more comfortable! And you can finally shower in the women's locker room!

And you think of your potential future husband. You imagine him pushing you onto your back and then mounting you, missionary position. You can actually look him in the eyes as he penetrates you, you can kiss as he fucks you.

Mmmmm.... you sigh.